早春,站在街市,从上到下,完全被树影笼了进去,树影在身上密密的织了一层网,沿着那树的方向望去,一片新叶儿都没有长出的枝条,要断了生命的延续。又低头看脚边,树影儿随风一晃一晃的,落在脚边,身上,心上,至今还有一丛树影在那儿徐徐晃动,旁边缀着——小城三月。这是关于萧红的一本集子,不知何时买的,大约在暮冬。高高的围墙上寂寞的落着树影,袅袅几笔勾勒出呼兰河冬日的轮廓来。冻裂的土地,路边的树影在心头交织,来回闪现。春日阳光绵绵而 Early spring, standing in the market, from top to bottom, completely caged into the tree shadow in the body weaving a layer of network, looking down the direction of the tree, a new leaf did not grow Branches, to cut off the continuation of life. And looked down at the foot, tree shadow children wind flash, falling on the feet, body, heart, there is still a shadow of trees there slowly shaking, next to the decoration - small town in March. This is a collection of Xiao Hong, I do not know when to buy, about twilight. Lonely tall tree lined with shadow, curl a few pen outlines the outline of the Hulan River in winter. Frozen cracked land, roadside trees in the heart intertwined, flash back and forth. Spring sunshine spontaneously