子据说,一个外乡人可以改变一个小镇。刚来的时候,我并不明白这一点。那天天气很好。当时已是黄昏,晚饭刚过,远处的炊烟已近尾声,太阳只剩余晖还在扫描这片土地,并且将余晖的一部分用在那条黑狗身上,把它脑袋上仅有的一块白毛照得闪闪发亮。小卖部门口的人三三两两,坐着,站着,嗑着瓜子聊着天,风雅一点的则捧着个杯子,一小口一小口地啜吸,或干脆只舔舔杯沿——大家的心思都在 Zi said that a stranger can change a small town. When I first arrived, I did not understand this. That’s a good day It was twilight, dinner was over, the smoke in the distance was almost over, and the sun was still sweeping the land, and part of it was used on the black dog, leaving only the white hairs on its head Shiny. Small canteen at the mouth of the person in twos and threes, sitting, standing, holding melon chatting, elegance holding a cup, a small mouth to sip, or simply lick the cup along - everyone’s mind is