撒一把围棋子在黄土地上什么样,那群在腊月河滩里啃食枯草的羊只就什么样。它们低着头,三三两两,围住那个驼背老头儿。老头儿头顶旧毡帽,两鬓如霜雪染,静坐如一块礁石。忽然一挥手,“啪啪”的牛皮鞭子一响,空气里便鼓荡起干草与羊粪的清香。这定是你在乡间腊月时常能见到的画面。是不是像山野菜,带给你一种久违的清鲜?让我们加把葱花。于是,两个女孩儿翩然出现。她们一高一矮,一红一绿,背冲着圆滚滚的夕阳追逐嬉戏。忽然,她们悄然伫立,像两株娇嫩的 Sprinkle a piece of chess in the loess on the earth what kind of grazing in the twilight on the banks of the hay what kind of goat. They head down, in twos and threes, surrounded the humpbacked old man. Old old hat felt the old hat, two frosted snow, sit like a rock. Suddenly waved, “flap snap ” the whip leather ring, the air will be in the air with the smell of hay and sheep manure fragrance. This is a picture you can often see in the twelfth lunar month of the country. Is it like wild herbs, bring you a long absence of fresh? Let us add the green onion. So, two girls appeared lightly. They are tall and dwarf, red and green, back chasing the rolling sunset chasing play. Suddenly, they stand quietly, like two delicate