这个春天来得有点突然。人们还没从几十年不遇的寒冷中缓过神来,春风就热乎乎地一拨一拨吹来,吹得人们有些晕头转向。小村跳动起来,年轻人纷纷掀开电话本,向远方问询打工的消息。初春的小村被这些消息搅得慌慌的。院子里,母鸡也叫得欢了,脸涨得通红,一到晌午就在院子里踱着方步,有节奏地“咯哒咯哒”地叫,见了主人,又羞涩地甩着小碎步跑开了。 This spring is a bit sudden. People have not slowed down from the cold of the past few decades, the spring breeze hit a wave of blowing, blowing some of the people confused. Village beat up, young people have opened the phone book to ask for information from far away. Early spring village was stirred up by these news panic. In the yard, the hen was also called a cheerfully, his face rose red, and at noon he was walking in the yard squarely, rhythmically “screaming”, met the master and shyly shunted A small broken step ran away.