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夜幕降临的时候,绵延几百里的石柱山是黑森森的一片,压得人喘不过气来。冬日的寒风一个劲儿地刮个不停,山上的树枝发出“噼噼啪啪”的响声。平时在乱石草堆中探头探脑的兔子、山鸡、野猪也都躲进了各自的窝里,树丛中偶尔有一两只野鸟的鸣叫声传入耳膜,给人一种忧伤凄凉的感觉。此刻,那个叫秀的女人,也就是我的母亲,正走在回村的路上。虽然天色漆黑,可她一点儿也不
As night fell, a few hundred miles stretches of pedestal is a black one, breathless. Wintry winter wind scraping a non-stop, the branches of the mountain issued “噼 噼 啪啪 ” sound. Rabbits, pheasants and wild boar who probe the brain usually in the heap of stony grasses also hide in their own nests. There are occasionally one or two wild birds singing into the eardrums in the bushes, giving a sense of sorrow and desolation. At that moment, the woman named Xi, my mother, is walking back to the village. Although it was dark, she did not at all