一从雅安、碧峰峡赶到上里古镇,已快下午了。连续几天的车马劳顿,有些疲累,吃过一碗混沌面,我在客栈的露天阳台倚着,倦怠的,冥想着,看古镇上来往的人群:高的,矮的,胖的,瘦的,愁眉苦脸的,喜笑颜开的,匆忙或闲散。客栈老板娘是个中年妇女,穿着并不讲究,或许是在我们来到之前正为某件事生着气,她神情恹恹的,脸上还挂着山清水秀的痕迹。她说话的语调缓慢低沉,即便是安排他男人去某某房间打扫,又喊楼下的伙计去看厨房里的水,还不 A from Ya’an, Bifengxia arrived in the ancient town, almost afternoon. For several days the car Maoluotu, some tired, eaten a bowl of chaos surface, I lean on the open balcony of the inn, burnish, meditate, look at the ancient town of the crowd: high, short, fat, thin Scowling, smiling, hurried or idle. Innocent proprietress is a middle-aged woman, dressed and not pay attention, perhaps before we came to be angry for something, she looked shy, his face still hanging traces of beautiful scenery. Her tone of voice slowed down slowly, even arranged for his man to clean the room, and shouted downstairs man to see the water in the kitchen, not yet