早晨,我听到阳光落到地上的声音,像猫的脚步一样轻盈。那些跳跃着的阳光,悄悄落下,在地上踩出许多暖暖的脚印。漫长的冬天,是阳光,从天外带给这个世界无尽的温暖。我的记忆里,鸡是最惦念阳光的生命,每天未及五更,鸡那高亢的叫声就穿透鸡笼,冲破迷蒙的夜空。先是一声,两声,三声,之后此起彼伏。从一家的鸡叫开始,到全村的鸡们争先恐后。未及日出,鸡的叫声就漫溢了整个村庄,像晨雾一样弥漫在乡村的上空。那是鸡们对阳光执 In the morning, I heard the sound of the sun falling on the ground, as light as a cat’s footsteps. Those jumping sunlight, quietly down, stepped on the ground a lot of warm footprints. The long winter, the sun, brings endless warmth from the outside world to this world. My memory, the chicken is the most miss the sun’s life, less than five times a day, that high-pitched chicken that pierce through the cage, breaking the night sky misty. The first one, two, three, then one after another. From the beginning of a chicken, the whole village of chickens are scrambling. As the sun shone, the roar of chicken overrode the entire village, spreading like a morning mist above the countryside. That is the chickens on the sunshine