不知何时何地,哪朝哪代,在离县城不远的地方,有一座石头山,石头山寸草不生,光秃秃的,火红的太阳照射下来,石头上能烙烙饼。 山下住着几户人家,家家穷得叮当响,靠上山采石为生。有一个身强力壮的小伙子名叫大黑,没爹没娘,光棍一条,起早贪黑上山打石头,一年三百六十天,风雨无阻。他和伙伴们时常到山神庙里祈祷,要是山上长出树来,流出水来,那该多好呵！ I do not know when and where, which is what generation, not far from the county seat, there is a stone mountain, the stones are not born, bare, red sun shines, the stone can be baked pancake. Yamashita lived a few families, every family clinking clinking, by quarrying a mountain for a living. There is a strong young man named big black, no father did not mother, a bachelor, from morning to night up the mountain to play stone, three hundred and sixty days a year, unhurried. He and his companions prayed often to the temple of the mountain, and if the tree grows in the mountains and flows out of the water, then how wonderful it is!