一个小寨子,黑色的,补丁一样缀在山坳。寨子周围是茂密的核桃树、烤烟地、玉米林。土地边缘,山岗连绵起伏,山中长满松树、柏树,以及其他不知名的树木。初夏时节,有风吹起,浓绿的林涛从山上汹涌而下,像要把寨子淹没。等风过去,寨子又亮出来,像绿色的旋涡沉淀下来的黑色沉渣。寨子里十六七户人家,家家青瓦,木房,围一圈青黑的石院墙。院墙都砌得厚,高,挡住了大半截窗户,屋里十分幽暗,阴凉,屋外的树影,天光,以及 A small village, black, patches the same decorated in the col. The stockade is surrounded by dense walnut trees, flue-cured tobacco, corn forest. The edge of the land, rolling hills, covered with pine trees, cypresses, and other unknown trees. Early summer season, wind blowing, thick green Lin Tao turbulent down from the mountains, like to submerge the stockade. When the wind passed, the stockade shone again and the black sediment that had settled down like a green whirlpool. Sixteen or seventeen people in the village, every family blue tile, wooden house, surrounded by a circle of black stone courtyard wall. The walls of the court are thick, high, blocking the majority of windows, the room is very dark, cool, outside the tree shadow, the sky, and