小时候，住在乡下。有一年冬天，一个寒风呼号的夜晚，一阵“哐啷”声把我们从睡梦中惊醒，只见村里一户人家火光冲天，妈妈和乡亲们提桶向火光冲去，人们喊叫着，奔跑着，从河里提来一桶桶水，往房顶上泼去。我躲在被窝里，听女人和孩子凄厉的哭叫，听西北风吹过我家茅草房的 When I was a child, I lived in the country. One winter, a cold call sign night, a while “哐 啷” sound awakened us from sleep, I saw a family flames sky, mom and villagers bucket to the fire rushed, people shouting, running, From the river to bring a bucket of water, splashed to the roof. I hid in bed, listening to the cries of women and children cries, listening to the northwest wind thatched cottage