“姥爷一只手牵着骆驼，一只手自然地下垂，迈着稳实的脚步走向落日的余晖。我就跨坐在那双峰之间，安静地听他讲述以前的故事。俏皮的朝天辫子高高竖起……已是秋后时节，路旁的枝桠上偶尔还能见着零星的柿子、李子、酸枣和它们的醉红的叶子。有运煤的黑色火车不时鸣叫着与我们错身而过……” “My grandfather held a camel with one hand, one hand naturally hangs down, and he walked steadily to the afterglow of the setting sun. I sat across the peaks and listened quietly to his previous story.辫子高起起起... It is already in the autumn season, and occasionally there are sporadic persimmons, plums, wild jujubes and their drunk red leaves on the branches beside the road. The black train with coal is yelling with us from time to time. Pass by...”