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我们村有喊春的讲究。每年立春的头一天,村子里总要召集一些长者商议喊春的事,族中的二爷爷嗓门大,每年的喊春仪式,都由他来主持。记得我8岁时的一天,凌晨,我被母亲从热乎乎的被窝里拽了出来。“你二爷爷要喊春去了。”母亲说着,就急急地给我穿好衣服,拉着睡眼惺忪的我,直奔旷野而去。一路上,人影匆匆,村里的老少爷们、大闺女小媳妇都出动了,纷乱的脚印把清淡的月光踏得粉碎。我随着母亲来到村外,抬头望去,旷野里已黑压压挤
Our village has shouting spring stress. On the first day of the spring of each year, some elderly people in the village have to summon the shouting of spring affairs. The grandfather of the clan has uttered a loud voice and the shout ceremony of spring each year is presided over by him. I remember the day I was 8 years old, early in the morning, I was my mother pulled out from the warm blanket. “Your grandfather wants to shout spring away.” The mother said, he quickly put on my clothes, holding my sleepy eyes, went straight to the wilderness. Along the way, the figure in a hurry, the village young and old men, daughter-in-law were dispatched, chaotic footsteps light moonshine crushed. As my mother came to the village, I looked up, and there was a crushing squeeze in the wilderness