夕阳收回了躲在山坳里的最后一抹余辉,散发着微热的小山坡渐渐凉了,傍晚的山风吹来,敏娟不由抽搐了一下双肩。今年夏天真够凉的了,凉得可以用上“冷”这个字眼了。不过,夏天的“冷”毕竟和冬天不同……那年冬天才叫冷哪,她甚至在被窝里给冻醒来。就在前面村口那座小屋里,她哭鼻子了,没柴烧了,大雪还不定下到牛年马月呢……可她并没有冻死、饿死,有人把柴给她担到屋门口,连个脚印也没留下,她就知道那是根海,准是…………不都是过去的事了吗,如今她又上这儿来 Sunset reclaims the last touch of hiding in the cove afterglow, exudes a little hot little hill gradually cool, the evening breeze blowing, Min Juan convulsions could not help but look at the shoulders. Cool this summer, cool enough to use the word “cold”. However, the summer “cold ” after all, and winter different ... ... that winter was cold, she even woke up in the blanket. In front of the village entrance thatched cottage, she was crying nose, and no firewood, heavy snow is not set to the Year of the Ox horse month ... ... but she did not freeze to death, starved to death, some people give her wood to the house door , Did not even leave a footprints, she knew it was the root sea, quasi is ... ... ... ... not all the past, now she is here again