这是江南小镇一个深冬的雪夜。一位老爷爷靠在自家的油纸伞铺子门前,吧嗒吧嗒地吐着烟圈。他半个月都没有卖出去一把油纸伞了,人们现在都愿意买实用的铁骨伞。儿子也看不上他的手艺,早早就外出谋生,一直杳无音信。老爷爷叹口气,转身走进屋。突然,铺子外响起了敲门声。老节爷打开门,站在雪地里的竟然是一只腰间挂着一个大葫芦的青蛙。“能不能让我避避雨雪啊……”老爷爷和阿婆忙让青蛙进屋。 This is a winter night in the southern town of snowy night. An old grandpa rely on their own paper umbrella shop in front of it, spit poppy ring. He did not sell a paper umbrella for two weeks, and people are now willing to buy a practical iron-and-steel umbrella. Son also disdain for his craft, early to go out to make a living, has been no news. Grandpa sighed and turned into the house. Suddenly, the shopkeeper knocked on the door. Old section of the Lord opened the door, standing in the snow turned out to be a big gourd frog hanging on his waist. “Can I avoid the rain and snow ah ... ...” Grandpa and grandma busy frogs into the house.