1巴二从泥田里拔出脚,坐在田埂上。1972年的太阳炙烤着,他用手一捋,小腿上的泥蛇鳞般蜕去。他弯腰挖了一把泥,抹在掉了泥的腿上。泥散发出一股甜腥,黑得像油漆。他立起身来,看田里的水白花花地扯成一片,低着头的谷穗间隙,虫和鸟自在嬉戏。“明天给你放一天假,把爱国猪交了,公社和大队催得急。”队长叼着旱烟卷,烟末和火星跳跃在嘴边。巴二说:“猪还瘦,过一个月再说吧。” 1: 2 Pull out your feet from the mud field and sit on the fields. Sun baked in 1972, he used a handful of shit, calf scales on the calf shed. He bent over and dug a mud and put it on the muddy leg. Mud exudes a sweety, black as paint. He rose to see the fields of water and pluck into one, head down the gap between the ears, insects and birds playfully. “Give you a day tomorrow, the patriotic pigs paid, the commune and the brigade urged urgently.” Captain drank a cigarette, smoke and Mars jump in his mouth. Pakistani two said: “pig is thin, say it after a month.”