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一进了腊月,就要过年了,湾子里却冷冷清清的。几只黄母鸡在宽阔的稻场上找食,不时咕咕地叫几声。一只红毛公鸡高昂着头,血红的冠子扬得高高的,不停地来回走动,像在说,别进我的地盘。熊水车喜欢在这个时候到处晃荡。他两手插在裤袋里,漫无目的地从湾南头走到湾北头,又从北头绕到后山上去。一天绕下来,他自己都不知道要绕到哪儿去。湾里的人家大多都搬到镇上
Once in the twelfth lunar month, it is necessary to celebrate the New Year, but the bay is deserted. Few yellow hen looking for food in the broad rice fields, cuckoo from time to time called a few times. A red-haired cock high head, red crown of blood Yangding high, kept walking back and forth, like saying, do not enter my site. Bear waterwheel like sloshing around at this time. With both hands in his trouser pockets, he went aimlessly from the south of the bay to the north of the bay and up the hill from north to the rear. One day around, he did not know where to go around. Most of the people in the bay moved to the town