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记忆会不断地丧失,我现在也已经习惯了逐渐忘却。在北方,被风吹惯了的人大体就是这样。我去过的地方很少,我也很少为此有所遗憾,似乎很少想到这一点,我一生做过的事情也很少,我没有考虑过,我剩余的那些力气究竟去了哪里？现在依旧能记得的是一些村庄的名字,譬如毛井。它们吸引过我的目光,让我长久地凝视,并亲自去那里走一走,看一看陌生的驴子和墙角的灰尘、草屑、北风,“和死里逃生的庄稼和那些长在一年最好的季节里,却活得不好的树”。感谢北方,天高云淡,疏朗开阔。很多时候,在于扎扎的阳光下面,会一整天地刮着嗖嗖作响的风,我已经停下了高原上耕作的活计,我想静下来看一看周围。我不想离开很远,很多陌生的地名让我无法理解。我绝大部分经历在一些不易为世人知晓的小村庄,在高原的沟壑间稀疏地散布着不易觉察的劳
Memory will continue to lose, I am now accustomed to gradually forget. In the north, people who are used to the wind are generally like this. I have rarely been to, I rarely regret it, it seems rare to think of this, I have done little things in my life, I have not considered, what are my remaining strength gone? Now still remember the name of some villages, such as Mao wells. They attracted my gaze, let me long gaze, and go there personally, take a look at the strange donkey and the corner of the dust, grass cuttings, north wind, “and the escape of the crops and those growing in a In the best season of the year, but not live well ”. Thanks to the north, the sky is clear, open and broad. Very often, under the sunshine of Zaza, there is a wind whistling all day long. I have stopped working on the cultivation of the plateau and I would like to calm down and take a look around. I do not want to leave very far, a lot of strange names I can not understand. Most of my experiences have been sparsely distributed in the gully of the plateau in some hamlets not easily known to the world