闹寨“闹寨”，老土话，城里人管它叫“玩耍”。每每青山融尽缕缕炊烟，寨里的老人一个个端着老大的海碗，珊珊走出古色古香的木屋，三三两两来到寨子风口那几株根须盘’６通今的风水树下，或席地或倚石，你挟我碗里的菜，我吃你碗里的饭，那场面很“共产（餐）”，尔后侃... The downtown “downtown”, old-fashioned, the city people called it “play.” Often Aoyama blew up a plume of smoke, the village of the elderly one by one carrying the boss of the sea bowl, Shan Shan out of the antique wooden house, two two two came to stockade tuyere those rooted dish ’6 through feng shui trees, or on the ground or reliance Stone, you rely on my bowl of food, I eat your bowl of rice, the scene is very “communist (meal)”, then Kan ...