铃铃铃、铃铃铃……听到了一阵像是草丛里金铃子的叫声。大都市里一个繁忙的十字路口。女人站在叶子已经落尽的银杏树旁,看着眼前来往交错的汽车行列。前灯明亮耀眼的光线像是舔着深夜的街道似的照射着前方。北风强劲,空中飞舞着稀疏的棉絮般的雪花。铃铃铃、铃铃铃……金铃子叫个不停。啊,女人突然回过神来。我怎么了,这个季节、这地方怎么会有金铃子…… Ringing bell, ringing bell ... I heard a burst of sounds like golden bell in the grass. A busy intersection in the metropolis. The woman stood beside the ginkgo tree that had already fallen through her eyes and watched the staggered car line in front of her. The bright lights of the headlights illuminate the front like a street lurking late at night. Strong north wind, flying in the air like a thin cotton-like snowflakes. Bell bell, bell bell ... ... Jin Ling son called a non-stop. Ah, a woman suddenly recovered. What’s wrong with me, this season, how can this place have golden bells?