没有人去歌唱它,它就驶来了,带着夏天来,光来。一片菜地就有光了,我站在黄昏的路口,黄昏越来越暗,我看到暗中的锄头、暗中捏着光的母亲,母亲劳作归来了,光来了。锄头轻巧了,我接着跟踪的光,照亮日]垦小路的光。我的掌心也有光亮,在院子里奔跑,我追逐,抓住它小小的身体,抓在掌心,掌心就是光的世界了。我也埋头在光中,与几个小伙伴,在瓦屋 No one is going to sing it, it comes in, comes in summer, light comes. There was a light on the vegetable field, and I stood at the twilight crossing, getting dark at dusk. I saw the dark hoe, the mother holding the light in the dark, and the mother returning from labor, and the light came. Light hoe hoe, I followed the light, light day] Reclamation of the light path. My palm is also bright, running in the yard, I chase, seize it a little body, grasp the palm, palm is the world of light. I am also buried in the light, and several small partners in the tile house