你看那么多人灰蒙蒙地去看戏,口里咬半片馍,像逃亡似的。我放下书包,父亲拍拍身上的尘土,也看戏去。这是一群浑噩在路途上的虫子,我在其中。去庙庄要翻一座野山,过一条沟,还要爬上一段沟崖路。此前我还没见过那么清的泉水和河流,我也没见过这么多人拥挤的场面。一个大戏台子矗立在土场子中间,戏台对面是一座庙。父亲给我买了一个油饼抹粽子。这是我从来没见过没吃过的,对我是大喜过望了。油饼在那人的油篓里捂得好酥软,从另一个坛子里他掠了一筷子糯米糕上来。好像是五月了,太阳已经很毒,我们坐在一棵小树下歇息、看人。荫凉很 You see so many people go to the theater in a gloomy way, biting half a slice of mouth, like a runaway. I put down my bag, my father patted the body of the dust, but also to play. This is a group of insects on the road full of insects, I am in it. Go to Temple Village turn over a wild mountain, over a ditch, but also climb a ditch Cliff Road. I have not seen such a clear spring and river before, I have not seen so many crowded scenes. A grandstand stands in the middle of the field, opposite the stage is a temple. My father bought me a dumpling dumpling. This is something I have never seen before, it is overjoyed to me. Oil cake in the person’s waste basket covered well soft, from another jar he swept a chopsticks glutinous rice cake up. Seems to be in May, the sun is already very toxic, we rest in a small tree to see people. Very cool