正是华灯初上之时,一路走来,只有老牛的院子里没有璀璨的华彩。一盏小小的油灯伴他在那里安睡,微茫的火光在风里不安地晃动,仿佛要与这黑夜融为一体。仿佛就在昨天吧,老牛还笑嘻嘻地坐在沙发上,把我抱上他的膝 It is the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, along the way, only the cattle yard is not bright Huacai. A small oil lamp with him where to sleep, the fire of light in the wind shaking in uneasy shaking, as if to blend in with the night. As if just yesterday, the cow laughed sitting on the sofa, hold me on his knees