那年冬天,天冷得怕人,却迟迟不见飘下一片雪。驼爷死了!这是小保姆早晨送饭时发现的。提起驼爷,村里那些老人们都会在一阵摇头叹气后,将目光移向那遥远的天际。如风的往事沉淀在老人们那了历经沧桑的眼眸中。“他是好人啊,可自小就失去了父母。”一位老人叹息道,然后又一次将目光移向那遥远的天际。许久的沉默后,有人深深地叹了口气,说:“不过啊,现在好了。” In the winter of that year, the sky was too cold to be afraid of people, but it was too late to see a snow drift. Hikaru is dead! This is what the young nanny found during the morning delivery. When we talked about the camel, the old people in the village would shift their eyes to the distant sky after shaking their heads and sighing. If the past of the wind settled in the eyes of the old people that have experienced vicissitudes. “He is a good man, but he has lost his parents since he was young.” An old man sighed and then once again he looked at the distant sky. After a long silence, someone deeply sighed and said: “But, now it’s all right.”