温和的日光,把小糯米的心情照得无比的美丽。她像往常一样背着书包,走在上学的路上。她虽是一个不会说话的女孩,但是她的听力非常了得,一点风吹草动,她都能感觉到。这天,当小糯米经过一个废弃的小木屋时,她听到了一个细微的、弱小的声音,—下子便分辨出这是竖琴的声音。她一步一步往声音的方向靠近。她打开了小木屋的一扇窗,踮起了脚尖,突然一阵风吹过, Gentle daylight, the mood of small glutinous rice very beautiful. As usual, she carried her bags and walked to school. Although she is a girl who can not speak, she has a very good hearing and she can feel her feelings. On this day, as the small sticky rice passed through an abandoned log cabin, she heard a subtle, weak voice, and the next son would discern that it was the harp’s voice. She stepped closer to the sound step by step. She opened a window in the log cabin, tiptoeing, and suddenly a gust of wind blew through,