几点啦许多年前的那个秋天,我迈进了初中校门。中学在八里之外的另一个村庄,每天,我们这些叽叽喳喳的孩子骑着自行车飞翔在乡间土路上,路两旁是两排蓊郁的杨树。就在这条笔直幽静的小路上,经常走着两个中年男子。走在后面的是一个盲人,以算命为生;走在前面的叫刘岱,智力有些障碍,无业无家,靠给算卦的引路营生。算 What time was that autumn many years ago, I stepped into the middle school. High school in another village eight miles away, every day, our twittering kids riding bicycles fly in the country dirt road, the road is lined with rows of lush poplar. In this straight and quiet path, often walk two middle-aged men. In the back is a blind man, to fortune-telling a living; walked in front of Liu Dai, some intellectual barriers, unemployed homeless, rely on the Gua en route leading camp. Count