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燃烧纸钱的大火裹着浓重的烟尘临风腾起,火光霎时映红了清江,映红了悬崖,映红了人们悲怆的脸。火钱朝天放过,岸上男女老少一齐跪下。人在哭,河在哭,江上大雾笼罩,老天也在哭。这是那个村庄祭送亡灵最悲壮最惨烈的一幕。时光倒流。公元1975年夏,一场罕见的特大暴雨袭击了清江流域。倾盆雨下了一天一夜,河水猛涨,漫过了河堤,漫过了树梢,清江象一头发疯的牛吃进了地上寻不见的恶草,肚子急速膨大。正吃午饭,广播里传出急促的声音:“恩施的大水还没到,清江还有大水涨,溪口粮库保不住了,有船的赶忙过河帮助抢运粮食。”广播响过几分钟,就见本昌大叔肩上挽一串苎麻绳,手里提一盏马灯,蹬蹬蹬匆匆往河下跑。本昌大婶端着饭碗在后面紧喊:“本昌!本昌!”本昌大叔头也不回,隔着老远甩下二句:“抢粮食!”等大伙赶到河口的时候,船已划离了岸。
Burning paper money fire wrapped in thick smoke wind rose, the fire red Yingqing Qing Jiang, Ying red cliffs, red people’s grief face. Let go of the fire, cash on the knees all men and women ashore. People are crying, the river is crying, the fog is hanging on the river, and God is crying. This is the most tragic and most tragic scene in the village offering sacrifices to the dead. Back in time. The summer of 1975, a rare heavy rain hit the Qingjiang River. Downpour rained day and night, the river soared, over the embankment, over the treetops, Qingjiang like a crazy cow eat into the ground to find the evil grass, stomach swelled. Is eating lunch, the radio came in a hurried voice: “Enshi’s flood has not arrived yet, Qingjiang there are big water up, Xikou grain depot could not hold, there are boats rushing to the river to help grab grain transport.” A few minutes later, I saw Uncle Benchang pull a string of ramie rope, put a lantern in his hand, pedal pedal rush to run down the river. Aunt Benchang holding a rice bowl in the back tight cried: “Benchang! Benchang!” Benchang Uncle did not return, separated by far away two: “grab food!” And so everyone rushed to the estuary When the boat has left the shore.