收了收了,王美芹收了。收了收了,王美芹收了。早晨五点多,王美芹就在桥头可着喉咙咋呼开了。连着几天早晨,王美芹都在桥头收过桥费。收了收了,王美芹收喽——她比划着手里的菜刀,晨光顺着刀刃流下来,一声脆响滴落在桥面上。天晴得开,只跑着一些碎云,风在前面牵着,人们想拴住都甭想。有一阵子,王美芹抬头看天,低头看刀刃,她好像对一闪而逝的反光很陶醉而又新奇。王美芹说俺的菜刀也是铁打的,不是纸糊的。她 Received closed, Wang Mei Qin received. Received closed, Wang Mei Qin received. Five o’clock in the morning, Wang Meiqin blurted out at the bridgehead. A few days in the morning, Wang Meiqin bridge tolls are received.收 收 收 了, 王美芹 收 myself - She gestured in the hands of the kitchen knife, the morning light flow down the knife edge, soon as the sound of dripping drop on the bridge. Sunny was open, only ran some broken clouds, the wind in front of holding, people want to catch all want to think. For a while, Wang Meiqin looked up at the sky, looked down at the blade, and she seemed very intoxicated and novelty of the fleeting reflections. Wang Mei-ching said that my knife is iron, not paper. she was