炎炎夏日。江南水乡绍兴一个小镇的临河街道上。 一个三十来岁、头戴黑毡帽的瘦骨伶仃的人,靠着“成亨酒店”的曲尺形柜台,掏出几文铜钱,颇为神气地说:“来半斤元红!”…… 酒店里,人们纷纷议论着革命党人来了。那买酒的穷汉自言自语道:“对,革—革命也好,革这伙妈妈的命!……我也投革命党了!” 几个本地人看见这位穷汉,说 Hot summer. Shaoxing, a small town on the riverside streets. A thirty-year-old, wearing a dark felt-bodied skinny man, relying on the “Chengheng Hotel” curved foot-shaped counter, took out a few text coins, quite graciously said: “Come half a catty red!” ... In the hotel, people talked about the revolutionaries coming. That poor man who bought wine said to himself: “Yes, leather - revolution or leather, this group of mother’s life! ... I also vote for the revolutionary party!” Several locals saw the poor man, said