1是一个朦胧的场景。那时我也许只有三岁左右的样子,很乖地趴在热乎乎的炕上,身上盖着一条小被子,看外祖母。外祖母手上有一个红红的大萝卜,她用剜野菜的尖刀削割它。本来我是很好奇外祖母手里的故事儿的,但她口中的歌声不经意似的轻轻抚慰着我的耳朵、脸、后背和脚心,慢慢迷蒙了我。冬日的阳光暖洋洋地洒满一整条大炕,我与外祖母都被明丽的温暖搂抱当中,只觉得更暖更舒适。然后我就长了翅膀,晕晕乎乎飞走了,睡梦中歌声随着我,不离不弃:月儿明,风儿静,树叶儿摭窗棂啊…… 1 is a hazy scene. At that time I may only be about three years old, obediently lying on the warm kang, covered with a small quilt, see the grandmother. The grandmother had a big red radish in her hand, she cut it with a sharp knife of wild herbs. Originally, I was very curious about the story of my grandmother, but her mouth song gently caressed my ears, my face, my back and the soles of my feet and slowly lost my heart. The warm sunshine of the winter splashed the whole big kang warmly, and my grandmother and my grandmother were all cuddled by the bright warmth, only feel warmer and more comfortable. Then I grew wings, fainting flew away, as I sleep in the song, never betray: Moon Ming, the wind is static, the leaves of children 摭 window 棂 Ah ... ...