烟花三月,春风拂面,小城新建的养老院里杨柳依依,桃花开得正艳。我们进门时,一眼便见西墙根下靠着几个老人,低头耷脑,在初春的太阳下像倦怠的老猫。与他们很不搭的,是一个七八岁的女孩儿,在院子里跳。见到我们的车,她欢快地跑过来,近了,却悄悄地躲在附近的一株桃树下,不再靠前,怯去地看。她扎着两根这个年代里不常见的羊角辫,略长的红色上衣,黑裤,黑布鞋,绯红的脸颊。同行的人们从车上往下搬东西,我独自走到桃树下。她低头,捡起落到地上的一枚桃花,用右手的拇指和食指捏着,来回地 Fireworks in March, the breeze was blowing, a small town of Willow Willow rebuilt homes, peach blossoming is Yan. When we came in, we saw a few elderly people standing under the Western Wall at a glance, bowed head and brain, tired of old cats in the early spring sun. Is not very take with them, is a seven-year-old girl, jumping in the yard. To see our car, she came running happily, nearly, but quietly hiding under a peach tree near, no longer front, looking timidly. She wore two horns that were uncommon in this age, a slightly longer red shirt, black trousers, black cloth shoes, and a crimson cheek. People traveling from the car down things, I walked alone to the peach tree. She bowed, picked up a peach fell to the ground, with his right thumb and index finger pinch, back and forth