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像一把粗大的鬃毛刷子在我脸上拂过去拂过来,我睁开矇眬的睡眼,眼前晃动着一个巍然的大影子,宛如一堵厚重的黑墙的影子,散发着令我怦然心动的气味。我猛然坐起,身后的现代背景欻然退去。眼前阳光灿烂,照耀着三十年前那堵枯黄的土墙。墙头上枯草瑟瑟。墙前一个倾颓的麦草垛。鸡在散草中刨食。一群牛在墙前的柱子上拴着,都垂头反刍。我坐在垛前,紧靠着鸡,仰脸望着它——我的亲密的朋友——那匹属于生产队的、黑色的、沉重的、屁股上烙着“Z99”字样的盲目的、据说是从军队里退役下来的、现在为生产队驾辕的、以力大无穷、任劳任怨著称乡里的老骡马。
Like a thick mane brush on my face breeze blowing over, I opened my sleepy eyes, shaking a big shadow of a big shadow in front of us, like a shadow of a thick black wall, exudes me suddenly Heart of the smell. I suddenly sit up, behind the modern background suddenly retreated. In front of sunny, shining 30 years ago that yellow wall of soil. Withered on the wall. A decadent wheat straw in front of the wall. Chicken in the grass in the planing food. A group of cows were chained to the pillars in front of the wall, all of them degenerated. I sat in front of the stack, close to the chicken, looking up at it - my close friend - that belongs to the production team, black, heavy, butt with the words “Z99 ” blind , Is said to be retired from the army, and now for the production team to drive the shaft, with great strength, hard working, known as the village’s old mule.