指掌摊开,萤包如坟堆,埋葬着大半生的风风雨雨。掌板宛如雨片精雕的微型山水,镌刻着湘西的锦绣风景。一声声牛羊的哞哞在里面呼唤;一簇簇岩河水的浪花在里面翻涌。犁光耙影中,一声声湘西山歌唤来万里风云,一阵阵血红叹息,掀动一页页金色史诗。这十指 Fingerprints spread, fireflies such as burial mound, burial most of the ups and downs. Palm plate like a rain-like miniature landscape, engraved with the beautiful scenery of western Hunan. A cry of cattle and sheep cried call inside; a cluster of rock river water in the surging waves. Rough shadows in the rake, the sound of Xiangxi songs called Miles, blood red sigh, tilt a page of golden epic. These ten fingers