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“I am my mother's savage daughter,

the one who runs barefoot,

cursing sharp stones,

一簇烈焰，淡了談話的人們，一面鼓，兩個忘了旁人自顧吟唱的姑娘。

歌聲一半桀驁，一半溫柔。

女性之美，從不困于某一詞。

“I am my mother's savage daughter,

I will not cut my hair,

I will not lower my voice,”

女性不應該被丟掉野性，她們也可以肆意張狂，她們也可以無愛自由。

“my mother's daughter is a savage,

she looks for her omens in the colors of stones,

in the faces of cats in the falling of feathers,”

火在燃燒，噼里啪啦地響，又一道鼓聲加了進來。

“in the dancing of fire,

in the curve of old bones,”

洛雨醉了，她想跳舞。

“I am my mother's savage daughter,

the one who runs barefoot,

cursing sharp stones,

I am my mother's savage daughter,

I will not cut my hair,

I will not lower my voice,”

那就跳吧，放下鼓，她拉上了木若。

“my mother's child dances in the darkness ,

she sings heathen songs

by the light of the moon ,”

月光下，有卓瑪起舞，誰的裙邊飄蕩。

“and watches the stars and renames the pls ,

and dreams she can reach them

with a song and a broom,”

哼唱直白而抒情，曲調悠揚，有人在跟著打節拍。

“we are all brought forth out of darkness

into this world through blood and through pain,”

會唱的跟著唱了起來，男聲低沉。

不會的模仿著調調輕哼，還有的也起身跳起了舞，鼓聲不停。

藏家兒女，熱情奔放。

“and deep in our bones the old songs are waking

so sing them with voices of thunder and rain，”

木若看到了坐在那里喝酒的鄔川，火光照亮了他棱角分明的側臉，他在和旁邊的帕拉大叔說著什么，又抬眼看過來。

目光相撞，他在微笑，眉眼溫柔。

“we are our mother's savage daughters,

the one who run barefoot,

cursing sharp stones,

we are our mother's savage daughters,

we will not cut our hair,

we will not lower our voice…”

余音未盡，歡笑聲穿透冬季的小院，回響在空曠的高原之上。

洛雨她們的歌打開了氣氛，后面高歌載舞，酒香鼓聲，酥油茶配糍粑烤牦牛肉就大蒜，歡笑聲一直持續到后半夜。

這是木若最開心的一次旅程，自由的身軀在祖國西部大地上奔跑，靈魂在沿途的風光人情中尋找自我。

她暫時脫離了自己的生活，以一個路人的身份，看那些她不曾擁有過的人生，感受他們的喜怒哀樂，問自己路在何方。

這場露天盛宴，人們放肆高歌開懷大笑。

在這個夜晚，這個所有人的命運都還沒有起航的夜晚。