一那不过是一个小村庄。一百多户人家,或疏或密地落在连绵的丘陵当中,掩映在四季交替的余晖下。红砖房,是每家每户的标配,勤快些的人家,会用青白的漆将自家的房子粉得干干净净。有着些许裂缝的砖瓦,在秋天会落满憔悴的落枝落叶。家家都照看着自己的那一亩八分田,调皮的孩子常常为偷摘果实踩坏自家或者邻家的作物,却鲜少有人为此而争执吵 That is just a small village. More than a hundred families, or sparse or dense among the rolling hills, set off in the seasons of the twilight. Red brick house, is a standard for each household, diligent people, will use the white paint to clean their own house powder. Brick with a little crack in the fall will be covered with gaunt falling leaves. Every family takes care of their own acres of octogenia, naughty children often steal fruit picking their own home or next door crops, but few people arguing about it