雨下了一夜。“风吹稻熟呦,雨落麦苗青……”祖母轻声哼着,我拉长声调学着。露水濡湿了裤脚,蚂蚱惊得向两旁逃窜,我在雨后清晨的田埂上疯跑。“哗——”窗帘被一下拉开,氤氲着雾气的白光刺进窗口,如细密的银针直插入我梦中。我迷离地睁开眼,没有祖母,没有蚂蚱,没有麦苗,只有面露喜色的母亲站在窗边。 Rain overnight. “The wind blows rice cooked Yo, rain wheat seedlings green ... ...” Grandmother softly humming, I stretched tone learning. Wet dew wet trousers, grasshoppers scared to escape on both sides, I am crazy in the early morning after the rain on the ridge. “Wow - ” Curtains were pulled away, stabbing the white light into the window of the fog, such as the fine silver needle inserted into my dream straight. I opened my eyes blurred, no grandmother, no grasshopper, no wheat seedlings, only the delightful mother stood by the window.