苏珊走下秧埂,爬上渠堤,两脚并拢,蹦高下来。一到水泥路,她就踢踏起来,跳着,旋转着,唱着,还打着节拍。她是舞者吗?不是,它是歌者吗?也不是;她是城里人吗?不是,她是乡下人吗?也不是。她做什么呢?她什么也不做。昨儿晚,月亮刚上来,万泉让苏珊在家里学德语,自己去喊振顺嫂子,下田帮她拔秧。今早上太阳一露红,他将“小手扶”挂上犁耙,上半 Susan walked down the seedlings, climbed the embankment, feet close together, jumped high. As soon as she came to the concrete road, she kicked, danced, whirled, sang, and beat. Is she a dancer, is not it, is it a singer, is not it, she is a city man, is not she a countryman, or is it. What does she do? She does nothing. Last night, the moon just came, Wanquan to Susan at home to learn German, shouting Shun Shun sister-in-law, Shimoda to help her pull rice. On the morning of the sun a red, he will “little hand ” hanging rake, the first half