他留言给我:不知该叫你什么了,反正不想喊你三月。末了,还加了一个委屈的表情。我看到后,扑哧一声笑了,还真是个小男生呢。和他结识才几个月,却觉得无比亲切。他就像冬日里的一道小小的微光,打在身上舒舒服服刚刚好。我喜欢看他上传的照片,多是朴素的乡间小景,却十分暖心。他去捉鱼。没有用捉鱼工具,随意找了个小桶,轻易就把那些冻得晕乎乎的小鱼捉了上来。有时什么都不用,裤腿一卷,嬉笑着蹲在秧田间徒手抓,衣服也被泥巴点染得“青一块紫一块”。他刨土豆。背了背篓,拿了锄头,颇有陶渊明“戴月荷锄归”的意境。一锄头下去,翻出来的怕不只是 He gave me a message: I do not know what to call you, anyway, do not want to call you March. Finally, but also added a wronged expression. After I saw that, Puchi loudly laugh, really a little boy. Only a few months and he met, but feel very warm. He is like a tiny glimmer of winter, playing comfortably just right. I like to see him upload photos, mostly simple country scenery, but very warm heart. He catches fish. No use of catching fish tools, casually found a bucket, easily frozen those dizzy fish catch up. Sometimes do not have anything, a leg of leg pants, laughing squatting in the seedling field only handcuffed, the clothes were also dyed “green a piece of purple.” He planed potatoes. Back of the basket, took the hoe, quite Tao Yuanming “Dai Yue Dutch hoe return ” mood. A hoe down, turned out to fear more than just