对于我来讲,那是很久很久以前的事了。 很胖很胖的姑妈,从很远很远的寨子中来,这便是我很小很小的童年时最难忘怀的时光。 在父亲的厉声喝斥下吃完晚饭;又在母亲的轻声絮叨中冲完凉;姑妈便慈祥地拉着我坐在庭院中很矮很矮的竹椅上。她穿一件极宽大的香云纱衫,摇着一柄很大很大的葵扇,挥赶着聚集在我们头顶上盘旋和环绕在脚下飞舞的蚊蚋,那是些并不咬人的“蜢虫儿”。姑妈一边挥,一边喃喃地念着咒语般的歌谣:“蚊虫蚊虫滚——啵!滚到山坳去吃喝,莫进我家老堂屋,火圹旁边要盘歌。”说来也奇怪,那些蚊蚋们竟如着了魔似的散去,天边的火烧云也渐渐消失,黄 For me it was a long, long time ago. Very fat and fat aunt, far from the stockade in the village, this is my childhood is a very small childhood the most unforgettable time. Drank dinner under his father’s displeasure; and finished cold with his mother’s murmurs; aunt kindly took me to sit on the very short, low chair in the courtyard. She wore a very large silk sweater, shaking a big big fan of sunflower, swirling gathered together in our overhead hovering and surrounded by mosquito swirling at the foot, it is something that does not bite “ Grasshopper child. ” Aunt while playing, while murmuring a spell ballad: “mosquito mosquito roll - 啵! Go to the col to eat and drink, go to my old house, fire next to the song.” Strange to say, those mosquitoes蚋 actually went on like a magical scattered, the clouds on the horizon also gradually disappear, yellow