这是岷山深处最冷的一个冬天。鹅毛大雪下了三天三夜,白雪茫茫,滴水成冰,一个个白马山寨几乎成了与世隔绝的孤岛。这时,白马人的火塘就格外温暖迷人。白该(巫师)格格家的火塘边,我们围着一盆腊排骨,已经坐了多时,酒酣耳热。他们记得的那些歌和故事,平时像躲在密林里的野兽,而这时,都被猎狗一样的酒撵了出来。一个故事正讲到中途。我旁边的木旭扯了扯我的袖子,嘴巴朝窗外一努。 This is the coldest winter in Minshan. Feather snow under the three days and nights, snow vast, dripping into ice, one by one white cottage almost isolated island. At this time, the white horse fire pond is particularly warm and charming. White (Wizard) Georgia home of the fire pond, we are surrounded by a pot of pork ribs, has been sitting for a long time, the wine was very hot. The songs and stories they remembered were, as usual, beasts that were hiding in the jungle, and at that moment they were hounded by dogs. A story is talking halfway. Mu Xu next to me pulled my sleeve, his mouth toward the window one of the efforts.