山上有座庙,庙前有棵树。院里有功德碑,碑上第一行是贾先生的大名。贾先生每年元宵节都要上山来,看看自己的名字,然后在功德箱里放一张100元的人民币。庙里有两个和尚,一老一少,老的银须飘飘,少的满脸稚气。这年元宵节,贾先生上过香,在庙里转了圈后,照例又坐到树下。树是茶杯口粗的一棵白杨,亭亭玉立,透着早春的颜色。贾先生就着烧鸡和老酒,悠然地抽着烟。 There are temples in the mountains, a tree in front of the temple. The hospital has merit monument, monument on the first line is Mr. Jia’s name. Mr. Jia every year Lantern Festival to the mountains, take a look at his name, and then put a box of merit RMB 100. There are two monks in the temple, a young and old, old silver to be fluttering, less face childish. Lantern Festival this year, Mr. Jia was incense, turn in the circle in the temple, as usual, and sat down under the tree. The tree is thick as a cup of poplar, slim, revealing the color of early spring. Mr. Jia on the chicken and wine, leisurely smoking.