十月。走过大渡河,这岷江边的路也就不算什么了。自然,免不了要有几次“兑车”(象棋术语),车子列成一行,然后一步一刹车地交会。一边是山,一边是河。山岳型河川,水势湍急,翻下去多半得送命,有时连尸体都捞不回来。“兑车”了,同车的摄影师们受不了心理压力,随着一辆辆重载卡车擦过,一个个下车了。我们没动。见过半个车轮悬空的人,麻木了。恼火的是风沙,无论汶川、茂汶或松潘,一色的扑溯迷离。我丧气地看着车窗 October. Walking through the Dadu River, this Minjiang River side of the road is nothing. Naturally, there must be several “car” (chess terms), the car lined up, and then step by step to rendezvous. One side is the mountain, the other side is the river. Mountain-type rivers, rapid water potential, most likely to get down life, and sometimes even the body can not get back fishing. “With the car,” the same photographers can not stand the psychological pressure, with a heavy truck rubbed off one by one. We did not move. Seen half of the people who left the wheel, numb. Annoyed by sand, regardless of Wenchuan, Mawon or Songpan, a one-dimensional backdated blur. I looked down at the window