一年前的几天,几只燕儿衔来了春天的讯息。太阳朗照着,高高的,毫不刺眼,仿佛是一个温暖的拥抱,慢慢地焐暖这个寂寞而萧索的小村。水泥地干了,未硬化的小路也不复泥泞,微风中,尽是一股股生机的气息。两个小家伙确实玩疯了,跑东厢,窜西房,明明还在眼前,转瞬间,又一溜烟地跑个没影儿。总之,一回小村,两个只飞出笼中的金丝雀,完全就不知收束了。一天,正陪着爷爷校对先祖札记,两个小家伙气喘吁吁地跑了进来。“二叔,开花啦,开花啦,竹子开花啦。” A few days ago a few days ago, a few Yanniao came the spring message. The sun shines, tall, not dazzling, as if a warm hug, slowly warm this lonely and desolate village. Cement dry, unhardened trail is no longer muddy, breeze, is full of a share of life breath. The two little guys do play crazy, run the eastern car, channeling the West Room, obviously still in front of us, in a flash, again ran away without a shadow. In short, a back to the village, two canaries flying out of the cage, totally uninterested. One day, accompanied by grandpa proofreading patriarch notes, two little guys ran out in breath. “Uncle, flowering, flowering, bamboo flowering friends.”