大雾回到青竹湾,正值大雾。时隔半年,夏日里的蓬勃生机消失不见,村庄呈现一派迷蒙凄凉的叶黄。空气依然轻盈恬淡,深吸一股微凉,找到一种久别重逢的熟悉之感。翌日,天未明,牛毛细雨袅袅而飞。公鸡刚鸣,偶有犬吠。与母亲早起赶集,在碎石小路上踽行。朦胧之中,看着阔别多日的村庄,却是心生浅浅的哀伤。小路本是穿过一重又一重的松树林,脚下该是踩着窸窣作响的松 Back to the Tsing Fung Wan fog, coincided with the fog. After a lapse of six months, the vigorous summer in the summer disappeared, the village presents a group of mournful bleak leaves. The air is still light and tranquil, take a deep cool, find a familiar feeling of long-awaited reunion. The next day, the day is unknown, curls and fly. Just rooster cock, occasionally barking. Get up early with your mother and walk on the gravel path. Obscure, looking at the long absence of the village, but it is superficial sadness. The path is through the heavy pine forest, the foot is stepping on the cedar pine