一间泥敷的矮房侧隐在村庄边缘,看上去有几分古怪。长筒形的泥屋正面密封,只在两侧各开一扇小门,作为进出的通道,有些像小壳虫滚的泥巢。屋后残存着一排窑孔,四周荒草丛生,窑火熄灭。零碎的陶片散落地面与尘埃为伍,装帧了岁月深处的模糊记忆。主人一家正在吃午饭,两个小外孙和老外公趴在三只脚的简陋木桌上,静静地啃着骨头。听说他们的小猪昨天得了瘟病死了,舍不得丢弃,汤来做了美 A muddy short side of the village hidden in the edge of the village, looks a bit weird. The long mud-shaped mud house is sealed frontally, opening a small door on each side only. As a passageway for access, there are mud nests that roll like small beetles. A row of kiln holes remain behind the house, surrounded by weeds, and kiln fire extinguished. Fragmented pieces of clay scattered on the ground and dust, framed years of fuzzy memory. The host family was having lunch, two small grandson and foreigner lying on the simple wooden table of three feet, quietly gnawing bones. I heard that their pig died of blast yesterday, reluctant to discard the soup to do the United States