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破败的茅草屋，低矮的围墙。雨滴顺着屋檐滑落，一滴一滴在泥泞的地表绽开。门边，倚着一个女人，披散着头发，形容憔悴。雨水和泪水交汇，弥漫了女人的眼睛。怀里，是 一个刚出生还没见过爸爸的婴儿；身旁，是一群大大小小的孩子，哭着嚷着要爸爸。 Dilapidated thatched cottages, low walls. Raindrops slide down the eaves, one by one, blooming on the muddy ground. By the door, leaning against a woman, with her hair scattered, she looked haggard. Rain and tears meet and fill the eyes of women. In my arms, I was a baby who had never seen my father before. Beside me, I was a group of children, big and small, crying for my father. 女人木楞楞地站着，眼睛直勾勾地盯着前方的小山坡。她知道，男人一定会从此经过。哪怕只有一个背影，一声呐喊，这对她来说已经是老天莫大的赏赐了。 The woman stood with her eyes straight on the hillside ahead. She knew that men would pass by. Even if there is only one back and a shout, it's a great reward for her. 突然，女人眼睛一亮，使劲揉了揉那几夜没合的双眼。“是他，没错，是他！”女人抱紧怀里的孩子，理了理头发，整了整衣服。前方，是浩浩荡荡的一群男人，行色匆匆，表情严肃。带头的男人手拿工具，脚步越来越快。同时内心翻江倒海，是的，他听到清脆而又带着哭腔的一声“禹――”，声音在空旷的山坡上方回旋，直刺进男人的心里。 | 
