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板凳
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发表于 2012-4-8 18:48:07
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All the doors opened on to the space,which was flat,hard and even,like a modern tennis court.There we would thresh and husk our our grain and rice in the summer,gather to chat in the late afternoon,sit to listen to our vllage story-teller in the evenings,and stare at the stars and milky way aimlessly on mid-summer nights.To the right of the space,where it narrowed,stood the only bulding of any magnificence,our ancestral temple.Its tiles were glassy and green,and would often dazzle our eyes.Their reflections in the sun were very vivid.It was said that the reflections led up to the Heavens and served as a highway for our ancestors to come back to us at festivals and to receive our offerings and homage.To the left of the village,almost inside the forest by the highway,lived our God of Earth and his plump,erderly wife,in a stone pavilion.He was a gentle mandarin.He sat all the time with the tapering fingers of his soft hands resting on his knees,his wife beside him in the same fashion,with a motherly smile on her face. |
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