秋后山区的深夜,干冷干冷的。抬头看不见星星,低头看不见自己的脚面,山是黑的,树是黑的,蜿蜒起伏的山路是黑的。一辆机动三轮车刺眼的车灯如一道流星从山间公路划过,撕裂开的伤口很快又被身后的夜色愈合。车上坐着两个人,大黑和小亮。坐在副驾驶位上的小亮,双手使劲抱着蜷缩的身体,但不管把身体蜷缩得多小,寒冷还是无孔不入。出门前他就曾劝他大:“这么冷,这么黑,大,咱可别去了!”大黑兴冲冲地开着车,心想:这小子怎么就不 Autumn night in the mountains, dry and cold dry. The sky can not see the stars, can not see their own feet down, the mountain is black, the tree is black, the winding mountain road is black. A motorized tricycle dazzling headlights, such as a meteor across the mountain road, torn wounds quickly healed by the night behind. Sitting in the car two people, big black and small bright. Sitting in the co-pilot bit of small light, his hands holding hard curled body, but no matter how small the body curled up, the cold or all-pervasive. He had to persuade him before going out: “so cold, so black, big, we can not go! ” Big black excitedly driving a car, I thought: why is not this kid