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1西风酒馆还没有扩张成整个村子之前,地盘虽小,却像一个迷宫。停留着鸽子的供销店前街,我被起起落落的狭长的胡同和一块坍塌的石磨的残骸封闭在一抹亮光里。夏季的蓄水池,卖指甲油和汽水的手推车,土地庙,四合院,结了桑葚的树。绕过这些,绕回原地。需要从一个凿着壁龛挂着神像的洞穴爬上去,穿过无数开着西番莲的花园门廊,穿过黑泥塘、雪地、散落着绵羊的蓝树林,一位朋友的家应该还在那里,但突然出现的黑乎乎的沼泽
1 Before the Westwind Tavern expanded into an entire village, the site was small but like a maze. I stayed in the front of the pigeon supply and retail store, and I was enclosed in a gleam of light by the long, rolling up and down alleyways and the remains of a collapsed stone mill. Summer cisterns, trolleys selling nail polish and soda, land temples, courtyard houses, trees with mulberries. Around these, around the place. It is necessary to climb up from a cellar with the image of a god in its niche and pass through the numerous porch open to the Passiflora, through the black muddy pond, the snow, the blue woods of the sheep, a friend’s home There, but the sudden appearance of the dark swamp