光阴真是一个奇怪的东西,它一圈一圈地像家门口被伐倒的老树的年轮,不断地扩大着。村头喜庆的喇叭声吹得十里八村的乡亲们都探出头来。“听说是石匠家老大娶亲咧,女的还是从上海过来的呢!”有人笑着说。 Time really is a weird thing, it lapped around the ring of old trees like the door was felled the annual ring, constantly expanding. Village folks blowing festive horn blowing ten miles eight villages have stuck their heads. “I heard that the boss of a mason married, female or from Shanghai over it!” Someone said with a smile.