春花嫁过来的时候,穿着大红的棉袄棉裤,乌溜溜的麻花辫子垂到屁股,坐在花团锦簇的新房里,朝我们龇牙咧嘴地笑,笑得我们麻雀一样哄地散去。我们再过去,她还是龇牙咧嘴地看着我们,不像是逗乐,更不像往常见过的新娘子。黑嫂往我们每人手心里塞两粒水果糖,然后驱我们回家睡觉去。我 Spring flowers married, wearing a red jacket cotton trousers, wicker twist braid hanging down to the bottom, sitting in a new house in the flowery, grinning to our fangs, laughing as we sparrows coaxed to disperse. We are still in the past, she still staring at us, not like amused, but not as often seen the bride. Sister black stuffed two fruit sugar each of us palm, and then drive us to go home to sleep. I