客车在距离村子三四里地的公路边停下时,天已傍黑。望一眼西北那染了一圈黄晕的青黛色的大山,深呼一口气,心头漾起轻松的感觉。面前是大片的田野,森森然长满了庄稼,一条小路蜿蜒其中,伸进村子。刚走了几步,一眼便看见了父亲蹲在路边抽着旱烟,旁边支着他那辆掉了挡风板的 When the bus stopped at a distance of three to four miles from the village, it was already dark. Look at the Northwest that dyed a circle of Cyan color mountains, deep breath, my heart rippling relaxed feeling. In front of a large field, the forest is full of crops, a winding path meandering into the village. Just walked a few steps, one saw his father squatting on the roadside smoking a cigarette, next to the support of his car out of the windshield