风车大人们下地干活去了,我们把正反面都写满了作业的纸撕下来,叠成四个角的风车,用图钉按在白麻秆上,高举着,在村外的土路上迎着风奔跑。素素跑得最快,风飘飘地鼓着她的小花褂。她不知从哪里弄来的厚彩纸,她的风车好像开在春风里的一朵花,比我们的都好看。村外有片油菜地,我们还没跑到那里就出汗了,放下风车,喘着粗气坐在田埂上。金黄的油菜花高过我们的头顶,我们满眼都是摇晃着的花朵,花把我们淹没了。英子掐了一撮,捻过来捻过去地玩了会儿,突然说,素素,让我们看看你 Windmill adults go to work, we have both the front and back are covered with the work of the paper torn down, stacked into four corners of the windmill, with thumbtacks on the white stalks, holding high, outside the village on the dirt road Run the wind. The fastest run of the element, the wind fluttering drums her coat. She does not know where to get the thick paper, her windmill seems to open a flower in the spring, better than us. Outside the village there was a rapeseed field. We sweated before we ran there, and let go of the windmill and gasped on the fields. Golden rape flowers above our heads, we are all eyes shaking flowers, flowers drowned us. British son pinch a hand, twisting over and over to play for a while, suddenly said, prime, let us see you