在那些已经远逝的，充满了田园牧歌气息的乡村岁月中，我的先辈以及至今依然沿袭着日出而作、日落而息的父老乡亲们，一直苦守着云南西部那一片红土地，春播秋收。他们与大地为伍，与僻静的村落为伍，再也没有其它选择。恒久的僻静，使他们学会了酿酒。 当然。故乡人所酿的那种 In those days of rural life full of idyllic pastoralism, my ancestors and the old folks who still follow the sunrise and rest in the sun all the time keep the red land in the western part of Yunnan Province and spring sowing autumn harvest. They are with the earth, and secluded villages, no other choice. Long-lasting seclusion, so that they learned to brew. of course. The kind of hometown people stuffed