美代的灵魂,究竟是在哪段路上飞走的呢?要是现在立即就往回走,说不定能在山口上找回正在嘤嘤抽泣的美代的灵魂吧?1山脚下的村庄里,摆出了一个卖杂烩1的车摊子。突然亮起来的四方形的窗子里,映出了一个缠着头巾、脸上挂着笑容的老爹。写着“杂烩?雪窗”的布帘,在风中呼啦啦地飘扬着。“雪窗,是店的名字吧?”一个客人问道。“就算是吧。”老爹一边磨芥末,一边答道。“噢。可还没有下雪就叫雪窗,是什么意思哪?”“话是那么说,可是杂烩是冬天吃的东西呀。”老爹这样说完,心想,我回答得的有点牛头不对马嘴吧?山里的冬天来得早。初雪的那天晚上,四野一片 If you go back now, maybe you can get back the soul of the sobbing sobs in the mountain pass? 1 In the village at the foot of the mountain, Put up a stall selling a chowder 1. Suddenly lit up the square window, showing a daddy wrapped around his face, smiling father. Scribbled “Chowder? Snow Window” curtains, fluttering in the wind flying. “Snow window, is the name of the store, right?” A guest asked. “Even if it is. ” Daddy while grinding mustard, while replying. “” Words are so, but the chowder is the winter to eat something. "Daddy finished, I thought, I answer Got a little bullish on the horse mouth it? Early winter in the mountains. The first night of snow, four wild one