莲花巷的天空总是清的,清汤寡水的,像煮过面条的面汤。任满玉死了。莲花巷里心软的人都哭了。他们都在心里恨恨地念着梅霞,却没人说出口。莲花巷的风,吹起了黄土,吹脏了人的衣服。满玉也是这么被吹走的。这里的人勤劳朴素,一辈子守着黄土地,黄土地拯救了他们也埋葬了他们。他们世世代代生活在这里,公路边的坟墓堆埋着的,就是好几辈的祖先。当然,也有例外的,村口有一家人是从别处过来的,据说他们生活的地方发了大洪水,他们牵儿带女,逃到了不同的地方,然后安 Lotus Lane sky is always clear, oligosols, like noodles soup cooked noodles. Ren Man Yu died. Lotus soft hearted people cry. They all remembered Meixia in their hearts, but no one said it. Lotus Lane wind, blowing the loess, blowing dirty clothes. Full jade is so blown away. The people here are hardworking and simple, they keep the yellow land all their life, save the yellow land and they also bury them. They live here from generation to generation, buried in grave graves along the highway, is the ancestors of several generations. Of course, there are exceptions. There is a family from the village where people come from elsewhere. They are said to have made big floods where they live. They lead children and fled to different places. Then,