在深秋,在乡下,只要田野里还有没被收走的白菜,那些夜晚就是难眠的夜晚。在炊烟袅袅的傍晚或清冷的月光下,打开窗子是阵阵秋风,打开秋风是白菜的歌声,而在那歌声的深处,有时你会遇到一缕锋利的凉意。 In late autumn, in the countryside, as long as there are cabbages not picked up in the fields, those nights are sleepless nights. In the evening or in the cold moonlight, the window is bursting with autumn winds. The autumn wind is the singing voice of Chinese cabbage. In the depth of the song, sometimes you will encounter a sharp coolness.