1928年10月。连日来阴云翻滚,呼啸的北风夹着霏霏细雨猛烈地拍打着板仓冲山坡上茂密的松树林,松林发出“呼啦!呼啦!”犹如排山倒海般的巨大声响。气温骤降。杨开慧把往年腊月才穿的那件半新半旧的枣红色短身棉袄披在身上,还不时地感到有点儿打寒颤。“怕是要下雪了吧?”她心里这么想。 1928 October. Rolling clouds over the past few days, whistling winds started falling violently broke down the sky with a plateau rafts on the slopes of the dense pine forest, Songlin issued “Hula! Hula!” Like a tremendous noise. Temperature plunged. Kai-hui Yang in the twelfth lunar month to wear that half-old and half of the old red short-sleeved jacket wrapped in the body, but also from time to time feel a little chills. “Is it to snow?” "She thought so.