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2013年1月3日下午,我们一行人到达全州县庙头镇唐兴成家中,已经是黄昏时分,小山村笼罩在一层薄薄的雾气中,让人感觉愈发地寒冷。那是一座已经有些年代的老屋,由唐老爷子和他的兄弟共同拥有,老爷子的侄子在房子左边一侧开了个小小的小卖铺。我们到唐家的时候,老爷子正一个人坐在房间里烤火,电烤炉的电阻丝有一半已经烧坏,只剩下一小截发出微弱的热量,老人把自己缩成一团,在屋角闭目养神。昏暗的光影下,那个有些驼背的身影显得那么孤
On the afternoon of January 3, 2013, when a group of people arrived at the home of Tang Xingcheng, Miaotou Town, Quanzhou County, it was already dusk. The small mountain village was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, making people feel increasingly cold. It was an older house that had been owned by Father Don and his brother, and Father’s nephew opened a small shop on the left side of the house. When we went to the Tang family, Father was sitting in the room with a roasted fire. Half of the electric resistance wire of the electric oven had been burned out. Only a small part of it left a weak heat. The old man put himself in a huddle. Eyes closed In the dim light, the hunchback figure seemed so lonely