当太阳在豆荚里结籽的时候,秋光就像叶子一样薄了。踩着阳光的经脉,一群打枣的小手在空中飞舞,挺着几竿竹棍,把秋色摇落。那枣子,胖嘟嘟的,喜气洋洋地滚满一地,那欢声笑语,轻快明亮,像鸟叫一样直啄我心。我扔下手中的赶鸡篙说,妈,我不给你赶鸡了,我想去玩。妈说不行,这几天的日头一溜就没得了,谷不晒干怎能卖钱给你买花衣服穿。我说我管你呢,你把谷晒这里让鸡随便吃得了,反 The autumn light is as thin as a leaf when the sun is in the pod. Walking on the sunshine of the meridians, a group of jujube hands flying in the air, holding a few sticks of bamboo sticks, the autumn color. That jujube, chubby, happy to roll over to the ground, that laughter, light and bright, like birds straight peck my heart. I dropped my hand and said, Mom, I'm not going to catch you, I want to play. Mom said no, the past few days the slip of a slide, the valley is not dry how can you sell money to buy flowers and clothes to wear. I said I care about you, you bask in here to let the chicken eat casually, anti