太阳很暖,懒懒地上了矮墙,照着了倚墙的妇人。妇人粉红色的衣衫像一团火燃烧起来,手中的针线活半掬在胸前缓缓地跳跃着。妇人觉得这暖日像毛毛虫,给她一种痒痒的感觉,这感觉让她舍不得离开这矮墙,静静地伫立着,一脸恬适和安详。远处重重叠叠的山梁上,黄褐色的边墙像蛇一样从湛蓝色的苍宇中游来,一直通到老河岸堤的石崖上。那石崖的畔上满是枝干虬曲的枣树和矮墩墩的海红树。三月的春光,妩媚而娇气。那枣树却沉沉地睡着,丝毫 The sun is warm, lazily on the low wall, according to the woman leaning against the wall. The pink dress of a woman burned like a fire, and her hands were slowly fluttering in her chest. The woman thought it warm like a caterpillar, gave her a sense of itch, which made her feel reluctant to leave the low wall, standing quietly, look comfortable and serene. Overwhelmed by the mountains, the brown-faced side walls resembled snakes from the mid-blue Cangyu, reaching the cliffs of the old bank. The stone cliffs are full of stems and branches of jujube and short pier of the sea mangrove. March spring, charming and delicate. The jujube tree fell asleep, whit