老村悲剧衰败的小村,房塌地贫,离时代,很远。中年男女,纷纷外出,远赴他乡打工。他们像鸟,披星戴月,用细微的绿扮靓岁月,大半年想不起子女的模样。十位老者,小村的爷爷或伯叔,他们的华发斑白,亮着闪闪发光的利齿。他们营养充分的手,驱赶着欲望之马,一匹凶残之兽。他们侮辱了月光,千年传承的道德人伦。禽兽一般的欲望啊,像暗月,周身一片绯红。 The old village of the decline of the tragedy of the village, the Housing Land poverty, far away from the times. Middle-aged men and women, have gone out, went to work elsewhere. They are like birds, the stars and the stars, dressed up in subtle greens for most of the year and can not recall their children’s appearances for most of the year. The ten old men, the grandfather or the uncle of the village, their flamboyant wisps of shiny shining teeth. Their full nutrition hand, driving the horse of desire, a fierce beast. They insulted the moonlight, the moral heritage of the Millennium. Beast general desire ah, darkmoon, whole body a crimson.