残冬茅盾连刮了几阵西北风,村里的树枝都变成光胳膊。小河边的衰草也由金黄转成灰黄,有几处焦黑的一大块,那是顽童放的野火。太阳好的日子,偶然也有一只瘦狗躺在稻场上;偶然也有一两个村里人,还穿着破夹袄,拱起了肩头,蹲在太阳底下捉虱子。要是阴天,西北风吹那些树枝嚓嚓地响,彤云像快马似的跑过天空,稻场上就 Candezia even shield a few northwest wind scraps, the village branches have become light arm. Small river side of the bad grass also turned from golden yellow, there are a few coke a large chunk, that is the wild cat put wildfire. On a nice day in the sun, a thin dog was occasionally left lying on the paddy field. Occasionally, there were one or two village people wearing broken jackets, arching their shoulders and squatting in the sun to catch lice. If the cloudy, the northwesterly winds the branches chattering, Tong Yun like horse flew through the sky, the rice field