冬季的河流是肃杀的。几丛干苇，一汪冷水，船搁在干泥窝中，渔人也上岸到牛棚里烤火去了。围着火堆是呛得咳嗽的沙爷。孩子们在捡薄雪上冻掉的干柴，源源不断地送到牛棚去。忽然，头顶有“嘎嘎”的叫声。望去，是一行大鸟，拍着巨翅朝南飞，队伍整齐，如出操的士兵。我们把沙 The river in winter is chilling. A few bushes dried up, a cold water, the ship was resting in the nest of dry mud, and the fisherman went ashore to roast in the cowshed. Surrounded by the fire is the sand Lord who coughed. The dry wood that the children had frozen on the snow was sent to the bullpen. Suddenly, there was a cry on top of his head. Looking around, it is a row of big birds, pats the giant wings and flies southwards. The team is neat, such as soldiers who fucked. We put sand