冬日午后,阳光是金黄色的,透过有些破旧的窗子,在地上投出窗棂的影子,还有一些,细碎地洒在那不停吱呀作响的藤椅上。亦如这昏沉宁静的冬日阳光,不觉,人也懒懒地,泛起了困意。女孩儿眯着眼望着窗外,暖暖的,打了个呵欠。忽而又偏过头来看着那倚在藤椅上,置身在半明半暗的交错光影中小憩的外公,阖着的眼皮儿微微 In the winter afternoon, the sunshine is golden-yellow, through some dilapidated windows, the shadow of the window cast on the ground, and some broken into the cane-chair. Also such as the drowsy quiet winter sunshine, unconsciously, people are lazy, panic. Girl squinted out the window, warm, yawned. Suddenly turned to look at the wicker chair leaning on the wicker chair, half hidden in the staggered light and shadow rest in the grandfather, closing the eyelids slightly