我走进了村子。大概是中午一两点左右,盛夏的太阳光毒辣辣地炙烤着村庄,我脚下的地皮上四处白花花的,一丝阴影都没有。街道两边,那些伸出农户庭院或者长在他们家门口的白杨树、梧桐树叶片上泛着亮光,在阳光里静静的一动不动。几只鸡咯咯叫着在土墙根的阴凉里觅食,不知从哪里突然钻出来一条皮毛肮脏的大黄狗,呲牙咧嘴瞪着我,露出凶恶、警惕的目光。我跺了跺脚,那狗东西“汪汪汪”叫唤了几声,呲着牙呜呜呜向前跑远了。有些人家将他们猪圈、牛圈里挖出的粪土堆在街道边,一股股恶浊、 I walked into the village. About one o’clock noon or so, midsummer sun burning spicy village, I am surrounded by white flowers everywhere, no trace of shadows. On both sides of the street, those poplar trees that extend out of peasant families’ courtyards or at the gates of their houses, gleaming on the leaves of paulownia trees, remain quiet in the sunshine. Few chickens crouched in the shade of the wall roots for food, I do not know where to suddenly drilled out a fur dirty rhubarb dogs, Ziya grin staring at me, exposing the ferocious, vigilant eyes. I stomped my feet, the dog something “bark ” called out a few times, bared teeth whining whizzing forward. Some people plowed their feces from their pen loops and dumped them on the side of the street.