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摩托车灯刺破漆黑的村庄小道,卷起一路尘土,停在了一座农家小院门前。何水清赶忙架好车脚垫,刚取下头盔,娘嗵嗵的脚步声就迎了出来。随后嘎吱一声,小院的铁门在娘手中拉开了一条缝,不等何水清发问,娘又帮着他支下车脚垫,退后又向前一着力,摩托车倏地滑向了小院中。爹坐在堂屋前叭嗒叭嗒地吸着旱烟,烟和过往一样,打了个转儿后,袅绕,散去。爹就好这一口自家产的烟叶子,烟
Motorcycle lights punctured the dark village trail, rolled up the dust all the way, parked in front of a farmhouse. He quickly cleared the car floor mats, just remove the helmet, the mother heard the footsteps of mom and pop up. Then crunches, small courtyard of the iron door in the hands of the mother opened a crack, ranging from clear questions, the mother helped him off the car mat, back and a force, the motorcycle slipped to the small courtyard in. Dad sitting in front of the hall flattering smoking dry tobacco, smoke and in the past, hit a turn after children, curls, scattered. Dad like this one since the production of tobacco leaves, smoke