捞月亮的人,是一位母亲。在那个川藏交界处的偏僻山村里,我遇到了她和她时年六岁的儿子。彼时我还只有二十出头,心性跳脱,常常只背着简单的行囊信马由缰,漫无目的地四处游荡,那座贫瘠的大山是我在天黑之后来到的地方。在一处平整的山坡,我支起随身携带的帐篷,准备在野外过上一夜。就在似睡非睡之际,我听到远处传来了窸窸窣窣的声音。我吃了一惊,以为是有野兽出没,顿时睡意全无,连忙小心地坐起身来,慢慢拉开帐篷一角,仔细 Fishing moon, is a mother. In the remote mountain village at the junction of Sichuan and Tibet I met her six year old son when she and she were sixteen years old. At that time, I was only in my early twenties. My heart was extricated. Oftentimes, I was carrying wandering unconsciously with only simple luggage. The barren mountain was the place I came after dark. On a flat hillside, I put my tent on my side and prepared to spend the night in the wild. As I slept on a non-sleepy night, I heard the sound of 窸 窸 窸 远 in the distance. I was taken aback, thought it was a wild behemoth, suddenly drowsiness, and quickly sit up, slowly opened the corner of the tent, carefully