那年冬天,我们相守在一座偏远的乡村小学。劈柴,生火,做饭,也取暖。风怂恿烟子使坏,让不哭的我们频频落泪。李大娘送的豆子,在锅里冒着热气。简单的生活也应富含蛋白质。我们添柴。我们唱歌。我们看书。我们做梦。一切是那么的自然。一间小屋。一张单人床和两张烂课桌拼成的大铺,垫了两捆稻草。再加两个热水袋, That winter, we stay in a remote rural primary school. Fire wood, fire, cooking, but also heating. The wind encourages the use of tobacco so bad that we cry more often than not. Li aunt sent beans, braved in the pot of heat. Simple life should also be rich in protein. We add firewood. We sing. We read books. We dream. Everything is so natural. A cottage A single bed and two rotten desks spell into the shop, padded two bundles of straw. Plus two hot water bottle,