春天夏天秋天,甚至是异常寒冷的冬天,乡村的黄昏都弥漫着一种令人沉醉的暖意,当黄昏到来的那一刻,眼前的村庄和远处的田野,就几乎在我视野里消失了。而邻居家那个在院子里跳房子的小女孩,我已经看不到她翘翘的羊角辫儿和那张好看红润的苹果脸了。 Spring and summer, even the unusually cold winter, the dusk of the country is filled with a kind of intoxicating warmth. At the moment when dusk comes, the immediate village and distant fields disappear in almost my sight . The neighbor, the little girl who hopscotched in the yard, I can not see her upturned croissants and the rosy apple face.