又一次走进老院,凝视着数十株棉棵……“檀木榔头,杉木梢,金鸡叫,雪花飘喽,噢噢——蓬蓬——蓬蓬”的童谣从天空的另一边婉转传来,就在它即将要飘逝的一瞬,我伸出双手抓住了它,便再也不愿松开。耳朵凑近,仔细聆听…… Once again into the old courtyard, staring at dozens of cotton trees ... ... “” sandalwood hammer, fir shoots, rooster called, snow floating myself, oh - Punta - Punta "nursery rhyme from the sky of the other On the other hand, when it came roundly, just as it waited for a moment, I reached out with both hands and seized it, and I was never willing to let go. Ear close, listen carefully ...