我早早起床,去参加一场婚礼,新娘是三婚。偏巧,遇上深秋的第一场大雪。一场初雪,厚重结实地拍打在未来得及卸妆的秋的身上。红的、绿的、金黄的枝叶直直地打着挺儿,仿佛轻轻一碰就会脆脆地碎去。因为突然,就多了好多猝不及防。雪地上,只剩下麻雀在行走,确切说是蹦跶。它茸茸的小脑袋像蒲公英的一团种子,或许它饿了在寻找食物,或许是冷了靠着蹦跳取暖,我惊讶的是,它仰头时的素描酷像一个大大的逗号。 I got up early to go to a wedding, the bride is the third marriage. Coincidentally, the first snowfall encountered late autumn. A snow, thick and firm pat on the body in the future make-up remover. Red, green, golden branches straight name of Ting children, as if gently touch will be crushed to crumble. Because suddenly, a lot more caught off guard. On the snow, only the sparrows are walking, which is exactly the jump. Its furry little head looks like a bunch of dandelion seeds, maybe it’s hungry looking for food, maybe it’s cold and hopping, and my surprise is that it looks like a big comma when looking up.