她坐在明媚的春山里仰望白云朵,披一身春光,往事,静静流淌——小时候,她就是一个听话的好孩子。长大了,她还是一个听话的好孩子,可是没有人再给她教导了,爸爸没了,妈妈没了,哥哥和嫂子去城里打工了。她很想再听听谁的教导、谁的话,可谁也不能给她什么教导了。初中毕业那年,她不知道怎么办。像哥哥那样去打工吗?她不想。 She sat in the bright spring looking up at the white clouds, a spring, the past, quietly flowing - as a child, she is an obedient good boy. Growing up, she is still a good boy obedient, but no one taught her again, my father gone, my mother gone, brother and sister-in-law went to work in the city. She would like to hear who taught, who’s words, but no one can give her what to teach. When she graduated from junior high school, she did not know what to do. Like a brother to work it? She did not want to.