小诺小诺偶尔会在下午第一节课,当暖暖的阳光从南窗孩子般溜进来时,把目光从藏在宽大的棉袄校服下的书上移开。偷偷看阳光把稻草那干燥、松软、微黄的头发染成温和的金色,就像谷场上的稻草垛。想象着自己在上面跳来跳去,玩累了就在上面小睡一会,或者把消瘦得像秆子一样的稻草想成一株在风里傻乎乎点头的向日葵。小诺想着想着一不小心“噗嗤”一下笑出来,想笑的感觉会 Xiaonuo Xiaonuo occasionally takes classes in the first lesson of the afternoon. When the warm sunshine comes in from the south window like a child, he looks away from the book hidden in the wide school jacket. Secretly watching the sun dye the dry, soft, yellowish hair of the straw into a gentle golden color, like the rice straw on the field. Imagine jumping up and down on the top and snoring for a while while playing tired, or think of a straw-thin straw as a stupid nod in the wind. Xiao Nuo was thinking about accidentally laughing and laughing. The feeling of wanting to laugh would