“叮——叮——!敲麻汤喽——”“叮——叮——!敲麻汤喽——”远山之上,一轮赤色的太阳倾吐着光芒,晕染了遥远的天际,似乎正在庄严肃穆地感怀追忆着那已经悄然逝去的每一个日子,渐渐模糊了行人的双眼。孑然行走在寂静的街道上,迎面走来的,是一位同样形单影只、身着素黑衣裳的老者。老人生着些许华发,单薄的双肩背着一个大大的背篓,背篓上裹着一层白布,掩藏了很多人的回忆。老人一只手握一个铁锤,另一只手 “Ding - Ding -! Kneading Ma myself - ” “bite - bite - knock Ma Ma Tang - ” mountains, a red sun pouring light, blooming far The horizon, it seems, is solemnly cherished to remember that every day has quietly passed away, and gradually blurred the eyes of pedestrians. Solitude walking in the quiet street, head-on, is the same form of a single shadow, dressed in plain old black clothes. Xu Huafa elderly with some fat, thin shoulders carrying a big basket, carrying a layer of cloth on the basket, hiding a lot of people’s memories. The old man holds a hammer and the other hand