窗外,雪姑娘又如约而至,我的思绪又飘向了那令我魂牵梦绕的小村,飘向了八年来我一直恨着的母亲。八年前,我们一家人宁静安详地生活在一个小村庄里。父母做着贩卖青菜的小生意,母亲进货,父亲看摊。他们每天奔波于附近的几个集镇,赶在开集之前,把前一天运回来的青菜摆上 Outside the window, the snow girl came in again, and my thoughts drifted to the small village where my dreams wandered, to the mother I had been hating for eight years. Eight years ago, our family lived quietly and peacefully in a small village. Parents doing small businesses selling vegetables, the mother stock, the father to see the stalls. Every day, they rushed to several nearby townships to catch up with the green vegetables shipped the day before before the opening ceremony