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从小到大,我们都在一个遥远的村落里寂静地活着。这个村子有十几户人,用泥巴和芨芨草盖的房屋就排列在一道四面环绕着重重峰峦的沟里边,其间有一条羊肠小道,似乎一直通向了天堂。村子前面有一片小树林子。有时候,一天的时间也不见半个人从林子里出入,在这一整天的时间里,如果偶尔有一个人从这寂静得死一般的村子里进去,倏地就像个影子一样消失了。我常常想,那真的是一个人吗?谁能说得清呢!我倒觉得那多么像一个亡者的魂灵啊!想着想着就觉得
From small to large, we all lived in silence in a remote village. There are more than a dozen people in this village, and the houses covered with mud and slugs lie in a ditch surrounded by heavy ridges, with a winding path that seems to lead to heaven. There is a small tree in front of the village. Sometimes, one day, half a person can not go out and out of the woods. During this whole day, if only one person goes in this quiet and dead village occasionally, it disappears like a shadow. I often think, that is really a person? Who can say it clearly! I think so much like a soul of the deceased! Think of it