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那时的夜晚,外面世界已灯火璀璨,而阿莫山还是星月的天下。女人们就着火塘边忽明忽暗的柴火绩麻,或是点上明子绣花,咬着耳朵编些稀奇故事,说的和听的都当了真,一个夜晚便津津有味,充满了神秘的气息与色彩。而劳累了一天的男人,大都在喝得微醺之后,磕掉烟灰,默然睡去。阿莫山在彩云之南,山里只这么一个彝族小村子。村口一株巨大的核桃树,夏日浓荫蔽日,遮得风挡得雨,年岁久了,树下便成村人聚集之地。
That night, the outside world has been brightly lit, and Amoy is still the moon and stars of the world. The women flashed firewood on the flickering firewood, or on the Akiko embroidery, biting his ears, some fanciful stories, said and listened to be true, a night relish, full of mysterious atmosphere With color. The tired man for a day, mostly after drinking meager, knock off the soot, silent sleep. A Mo Shan in the south of Choi Wan, the mountain only such a small village of Yi. A huge walnut tree village, the summer shade shade, cover the windshield rain, age, trees will become a gathering place for the village.