“又是一年三月三,风筝飞满天……”在乡村孩童们的歌声中,春天又悄悄地来到了江南水乡。三两声公鸡啼叫,从农家院子里悠然传出,清脆,嘹亮,把冰封的日子啄开了。老黄牛按捺不住自己,跺脚摇尾晃犄角,哞——粗重的叫声挤出院门,掠过土墙,抛向原野,颤得地皮也酥软了许多。 “It is March 3 of the year. The kite flies all over the sky...” In the singing of the children of the village, the spring came quietly to the south of the Yangtze River. Three or two roaring roosters yelled from the courtyard of the farmyard. They were crisp, bright, and opened the ice-covered days. The old cows couldn’t help themselves, rubbed their feet and shook their horns, squeaked and squeaked out of the yard, swept through the earth walls, and threw themselves into the wilderness.