外婆家的庭院,盛满了午后绵绵的阳光,像是一勺暖汤。庭院一角干枯的石榴树上,长着一条条深黑的长枝。一只白母鸡,在树下啄着那些投在地面上的深黑的树影,满身金灿灿的羽毛甚是好看。树枝上挂着几个已经干瘪的小石榴。风一吹,其中一个打了个旋,吧嗒一声,砸在树下的小男孩儿头上。那是租住在外婆家的那户人家的儿子。小男孩儿约莫五六岁的样子,小脸晒得黑黑的,有着一双亮晶晶的眼睛。他一个人坐在树下,正吃力地往小脚上套着一只暗黄色的毛线袜子。 Grandmother’s courtyard, filled with afternoon sunshine, like a spoonful of soup. On the dry pomegranate tree in the corner of the courtyard, there grows long dark branches. A white hen, pecking under the tree, the dark shadow of the trees cast on the ground, covered with golden feathers is very attractive. A few dried pomegranates hung on the branches. The wind blew, one of them hit a spin, hit it, hit the little boy in the tree head. It was the son of the other family who had rented in her grandmother’s home. Little boy about five or six years old, small face tan, with a pair of shiny eyes. Sitting alone under the tree, he was struggling to put a dark yellow sock on his little feet.