仿佛一夜之间,太行山的皱褶深处,阳泉西南舁村的羊毛山巅布满阴云,北风卷着雪花漫天飞舞,既像一朵朵寄托哀思的白花四处盛开,又像是乡亲们祭奠的冥钱飘飘洒洒,让人心生悲恸。这是一个漫天大雪的春节,天气预报我国北部普降小到中雪。三年前的这个时节,雪花打着红红的灯笼,山野里喜庆、安宁。漫天飞雪中骤然间响起了救护车的呼叫声,急促,惊恐,悲凄。他走了!三天前,就在村广场边,他跳下水井救起了一个落水的外乡小女孩儿,伸手之间,死神却紧紧扼住了他的咽喉。那个寒天冷日,那个 As if overnight, the depths of the folds of the Taihang Mountains, Yangquan southwest Qiongcun wool hills covered with dark clouds, snow rolling in the North Wind, both as blossoming sustenance of white flowers in full bloom, and like the villagers pay homage Nether money fluttering, people sad. This is a heavy snowfall of the Spring Festival, the weather forecast in northern China generally reduced to the snow. Three years ago this season, the snow red lanterns, festivals and peace in the mountains. Suddenly the snowstorm sounded the ambulance call, rapid, panic, sad desolation. He left! Three days ago, just beside the village square, he jumped out of the well and rescued an outsider little girl from falling into water. His hand tightly strangled his throat. That cold day, that