一天色正走在越来越暗的路上,沙玛寨下方低矮破陋的瓦板房上空却时不时飘出互不相让的吵架声。长到十七岁就可以不听父亲的话了吗,我他妈的心寒!你造出来的不孝子不应该让你心寒?我还要你的心结冰哩。那是阿史木牛与阿史古体父子俩在吵架。阿史古体身材矮胖,声音却不矮胖。他厚着脸皮没大没小地与其父阿史木牛唇枪舌战。他们发出的吵架声在沙玛寨两块地之外都能清晰地听到。天的眼睛长到哪里去了?阿史木牛咆哮起来。他的咆哮里夹带了苦涩的眼泪,阴森绝望的。 One day the color is walking in the darker and shadows of the road, Shama village below the low, low-watt Wadong room but from time to time drifting out of each other’s quarrel. As long as the age of seventeen can not listen to my father’s words, I’m fucking chilling! You made non filial son should not let you chilling? I want your heart freezing miles. That is Ami Mu cattle and Ashigatso father and son quarrel. A history of ancient body sturdy body, the sound is not short and stout. He did not face the big cheeks and his father Ashi Mu Niu lip war. The quarrel they made was clearly heard outside Shama Zhai. Where are the days when the eyes are growing? There was bitter tears in his roar, gloomy despair.