1白肉穿好了线衣,披上红色的羽绒服,坐在床上掀开布帘子,隔着窗玻璃注视着外面寒冷的麦田。阳光斜照在麦田上,阳光的韵味延伸到视力看不到的地方。时间过得真快,不觉到了冬至,新年像穿着红棉袄的村妇站在大门外招手了。冬至前的那场白雪还没有从小前庄人的眼睛里消失,绿油油的麦田里留下了破碎的浮云。天冷了,村里人来饭店喝酒吃饭的人就少了。她想改换门庭到繁华的地方去做生意。是黑肉哀求她,是大炒勺挽留她,心善 1 White meat was dressed in a sweater, covered in red down jacket, sitting on the bed and lifted curtains, looking out the cold wheat field through the window glass. Sunshine shines in the wheat fields, the charm of the sun extends to the eyesight can not see the place. Time flies, do not feel the winter solstice, the New Year like a village woman wearing a red jacket stood waved outside the gate. The snow before the winter solstice has not disappeared from the eyes of a small former Zhuang people, leaving a lingering cloud of broken clouds in the wheat fields. When the weather is cold, people in the village come to the restaurant to eat and drink less. She wants to change the court to the bustling place to do business. Black meat begged her, is a big scoop to retain her, good heart