土屋隐在大山深处,周围古木参天。土屋里有一张桌子、一把椅子、一张木床、一铺被褥、一个灶台、一堆木柴、一盒火柴、一把刀。除了他们父子,几乎没人进入这间土屋,当然更不会动用这些东西。可是每个月,父亲仍然会领着他的儿子过来,擦一擦桌子和椅子,晒一晒被褥和木柴,磨一磨刀,弄走灶台上已经潮湿的火柴,并更换一盒新的干燥的火柴。当这一切忙完,父亲就 Tuwu hidden in the depths of the mountains, towering around ancient trees. There is a table in the earth house, a chair, a wooden bed, a futon, a hob, a pile of firewood, a box of matches, a knife. In addition to their father and son, almost no one entered the earth house, of course, not to use these things. But every month, his father will still lead his son over, wipe the table and chairs, sun beds and firewood, sharpen a knife, get damp matches on the hob, and replace a box of new Dry matches. When it’s all done, my father