雁被一缕甜味儿香醒来,从被窝里伸出手揉了揉惺忪的睡眼,看到床头悬挂的那串桔子红了。她裹紧被子,翻了个身转向窗侧,听到院里的鸡呀狗呀猪呀扯懒腰似的在地上蹭。今天起雾了,院坝里里外外铺着一层层的白,满天满地都沉浸在了棉花团里。雾气还穿过木阁窗的缝隙扑到雁的脸上,她觉得有一丝丝冷,就往被窝里缩了缩。娘在院坝给鸡撒食,那几只芦花鸡咕咕咕地顶着清霜白露跑到娘跟前抢苞谷面吃,雁子娘就喊雁了。 Yan was a wisp of sweetness woke up, stretching his hand from the blanket rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw the string hanging orange red bedside. She wrapped tightly quilt, turned to the side of the window turned to hear the yard chicken ah pig lazy like rubbing on the ground. Fog today, the courtyard dam inside and outside layers of white, full of land are immersed in the cotton regiment. Mist also through the gap in the wood pavilion thrown Yan Yan’s face, she felt a trace of cold, went to the quilt shrink. Mother in the courtyard dam to the chicken food, that a few Alu Chicken cooing top of the cream frost and white ran to the mother to grab Baoshan Valley noodles, wild goose called Yan.