农历正月初九的夜,凄凄的冷雨从天破一角飘来,雨乱如泥。雨很猛很急,像落地的沙石,撞击着沉睡的中原大野,幕夜似被浓浓的墨染得漆黑一团,偶有一道电光从遥远处射来,似阴森厉鬼的眼睛,在瞅扫生灵,仿佛要吃人挖心,将人抛尸荒野,让人不寒而栗。寒风鸣着长长的哨响,犹如滚雷,铺天盖地,似镰刀扫地,野地里的枯草哗哗向一方倒地。山村农家的茅屋,雨丝向里涌灌着,门板吱呀吱呀地惨叫着,来回摇动,好像被夹子夹中的老鼠,发出凄凄 The first day of the first lunar month of the first lunar month, desolate rain drifted from the broken sky, rain chaos. Rain is very fierce urgency, like the landing of sand, hit the sleeping Central Plains Oye, the night seems to be thick ink dyed dark, occasionally a light shot from afar, like overcast spooky eyes, look Sweeping souls, as if to eat people digging, people will be cast dead wilderness, people shudder. Cold wind whistling long whistle, like rolling the thunder and overwhelming, like a sickle sweeping the field of hay rushing to the ground fell to the ground. Mountain cottage farmhouses, rain poured into the stream, the door squeaks yell screaming, rocking back and forth, as if by clip in the mouse, send desolate