一十五岁那年,我父亲独自进山找我爷爷。大林子潮潮湿湿,烟雨迷蒙,十步开外难辨物影。除了雨滴声,便没别的声音,连鸟叫都没有,静得让人心慌意乱。黑压压的密林里古树参天,暗得很快,其时才晌午。我父亲停在一棵巨大的苦槠树下,破篾笠下一双小眼茫然四顾。苦槠树缠绕着蟒状的藤蔓,树身倾斜着,仿佛要扑到身下那条湍急的河流中去。树下是个岔路口,两条羊肠小道,一条溯河而上,另 At the age of 15, my father came alone to find my grandfather in the mountains. Da Linzi damp wet, misty rain Mengmai, ten steps away from dubbing shadow. In addition to raindrops, no other voice, even birds are not called, static people feel confused. The dark old trees in the towering towering, dark quickly, when it was noon. My father stopped at a huge bitter tree under the shackles of a pair of small eyes at a loss. Bitter tree winding python-like vine, the tree tilted, as if to rush to the body of the rapid river to go. Under the tree is a fork in the road, two savage trails, one upstream, and the other