清晨,太阳像往常一样懒洋洋地爬上山头,将淡淡的晨曦铺撒在这片世代相传的土地上,点亮金黄的麦田,与公鸡的鸣叫一起,唤醒这座还处于浅眠中的小山村。与其他千千万万座山村一样,这座其貌不扬的村子破旧、生动而尘土飞扬。在亘古不变的朗朗天穹之下,村民们早已对这只小到不能再小,五脏也不知是否俱全的麻雀烂熟于心。父辈们认识旧屋的一砖一瓦,用脚测量过了村子的每一条道路。孩子们也游腻了那条流淌不息的小河,爬倦了那几棵歪脖 Early in the morning, the sun lazily climbed the hill as usual, spreading the faint dawn over the land of this legendary generation, lighting up the golden wheat field and waking up with the rooster’s cock Mountain village. Like other tens of thousands of mountain villages, this unsophisticated village is dilapidated, vivid and dusty. Under the eternal sky, the villagers have long been familiar with the sparrow that is so small that it can no longer be small and the five internal organs are not well known. Parents know brick and tile of the old houses and measure every path of the village with their feet. The children are also tired of swimming the flowing stream, climbing a few skewed neck