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那是上世纪80年代的事情。清晨,不,黎明;不,因为未见曙光。尚有一丝丝黑暗,尚未到早上六时,我们一行三人,各自带着自己的爱犬,兴致勃勃地开着越野车,踏上了弯弯曲曲的山路—去打猎。一路上,看着翠绿的群山,听着叮咚流淌的溪水,顿觉心旷神怡。我们每个人的眼睛都全神贯注地盯着山岗上刚刚发芽的庄稼,留意着山脚下嫩绿的草地,那时候,我们的眼睛就彷佛鹰一般。忽然,一猎友指着一处山地兴奋地说:“野鸡!”大家顺着他指的方向一看,果然,地上站立着一
That was the 1980s thing. Morning, no, dawn; no, because no dawn. There is still a trace of darkness, yet to 6 o’clock in the morning, we have a group of three people, each with his own pet dog, happily driving an SUV and embarking on a winding mountain road - to hunt. Along the way, watching the green mountains, listening dingdong flowing stream, feel relaxed and happy. Each of us eyes full of attention staring at the just-sprouted crops on the hills, paying attention to the verdant grass at the foot of the hill, when our eyes seemed like eagles. Suddenly, a hunter pointed to a mountain excitedly said: “Pheasant!” Everyone looked down the direction of his look, and sure enough, the ground stood a