我住的这条街上,有个老头儿,提起他的名字,无人不知,无人不晓,上至耄耋之年的翁妪,下至呀呀学语的孩提。他出名不是因为别的,而是因为骂街。天天骂,月月骂,年年骂。骂了一二十年了,如同那从不停电的广播电台一般。一年至少要骂够三百六十五天。当年听他骂的孩子如今都抱上孩子了,还听他骂。老地 I live in this street, there is an old man, mention his name, no one I do not know, no one knows, up to the years of Weng Xun, down to babbling words children. He is famous not because of anything else, but because of scolding. Scold every day, month and month scolded, scolded every year. Scolded for a decade or two, just like the radio station that never blackouts. At least one curse for 365 days a year. The children who listened to him scolding now have their children, but also listen to him curse. Old land