直到现在,我的记忆中还经常出现打谷场上的那块银幕。一块白色的、四周镶着紫红色边的银幕。用两根竹竿草草地固定着,灯光已经提前打在上面,使乡村寂寞漆黑的夜生活中出现了一个明亮欢快的窗口。如果你当时还匆匆行走在通往打谷场的田间小路上,如果你从城里赶过来,如果新闻简报已经开始,赶夜路的人的脚步会变得焦灼而慌张。打谷场上发亮的银幕对于他们好像是天堂的一扇窗,它打开了,一个原先空虚的无所事事的夜晚便被彻底地充实了。 Until now, my memory often shows the screen on the threshing floor. A white, surrounded by fuchsia side of the screen. With two bamboo poles grass fixed, lighting has been hit in advance on the above, so that the country’s lonely dark night appeared in a bright and happy window. If you were also hurriedly walking on a field road leading to the threshing floor, if you rushed over the city, the footsteps of those on the road would get agitated and panicked if the press briefing had begun. The shiny screen on the threshing floor was completely open to a window through which they seemed to be heaven. It opened, and a completely empty, idle night was completely fulfilled.