几株高大的徽菜几乎遮住了它。深秋的叶子和穗状籽粒,朝阳的一面已成胭红色。那根倾斜的铁杠杆深陷其间,但还是被我看到了。这是我的第几口水井?如果把小时候父母家的算进来,这就是我的第三口水井!可那春丽说,父母家的那口不算。那春丽盘腿坐在火炕上,弯腰把我的生辰八字写在一张白纸上,又在年月日的下方写上了我不认识的文字,样子有些像阿拉伯文,也像一根晒衣绳上挂着长短不齐的衣裤,而风在不停地吹着它们。 Several strains of tall cover almost cover it. Late autumn leaves and spikes, the sun’s side has become a rouge. The leaning iron lever was deep in the meantime, but it was still seen by me. This is my first few wells? If you are a child’s parents come in, this is my third saliva! But that Chunli said that the parents home that mouth is not. That spring sitting cross-legged on the kang, bend over my birthday characters written in a piece of white paper, but also in the years below the day I did not know the written words, like some Arabic, like a Clothes on the clothes are missing in length, and the wind blows them constantly.