每一个不曾起舞的日子,都是对生命的辜负。路边,有人挑了竹筛、竹匾来卖。初冬暖融融的阳光下,青黄的竹篾泛着清冷的光泽,竹条交错穿梭,纯手工编制的物件,虽然略显粗糙,却有一种朴实的美。大大小小的竹器,随意地摆放在街道边,几个妇人围绕着,七嘴八舌地点评着,挑选着,一边讨价还价。看见这些竹器,心里激荡了一下下,瞬间热乎起来。指 Every day that has not danced is a disappointment of life. Roadside, someone picked a bamboo sieve, bamboo plaque to sell. In the early winter, warm and sunny sunshine, the yellow and yellow bamboo glowing glittering, bamboo staggered shuttle, hand-prepared objects, although slightly rough, but there is a simple beauty. Large and small bamboo, randomly placed on the edge of the street, surrounded by several women, rumored reviews, pick, while bargaining. See these bamboo, my heart stirred for a moment, instantly hot up. Means