小芹那年十三岁,生理期不能下田插秧,就跟着妇女班子摘茶叶。下雨,戴着斗笠。傍晚回家,把斗笠取了挂到外墙钉子上,提了空筐子进门。看到有火,便把筐子提到火跟前烤,怕水沤烂了竹筐,又把手伸向前,烤打湿的衣袖。天还有些冷。小芹裤腿和衣袖上一下子冒出丝丝缕缕白汽来。小芹妈喜贵儿没出工,她不会栽秧,也不会摘茶叶,就在屋里斗火烤。她瞪一眼小芹,“你的夹夹片呢?” Small celery thirteen years old, physiological period can not field transplanting, just follow the women’s team pick tea. Rain, wearing a hats. Go home in the evening, took the hats and hung on the wall nail, raised the empty basket door. See the fire, put the basket mentioned in front of the fire roasted, scared of water rotten bamboo basket, and then stretched forward, grilled wet sleeves. Some days are still cold. Little celery legs and sleeves on the sleeve of silk plume white steam to emerge. Xiao Qin mother did not go out to work, she will not planted, it will not pick tea, fighting in the house fighting fire roasted. She glared at Xiao Qin, “What’s your clip?”