去往银角上篇春节过后每天都下雨,树上的叶子旧得发黑,湿淋淋地闪着阴沉的光。它们像石头一样挂在树上,好像随时都会掉下来,但从来不掉。天气一天比一天冷,好像不是要顺时进入春天,而是相反。在这样的天气里,我时不时地总要冒出去银角做的念头,去银角做,就意味着去卖,这样想着 Go to the Silver Horn on the day after the Spring Festival every day after the rain, the old leaves of the tree black, wet dripping gloomy light. They hang like trees on trees, as if falling off at any moment, but never falling out. Cold weather day by day, it seems not to be in time to enter the spring, but the opposite. In this kind of weather, I always have the idea of ​​going out to the silver horn to go to the silver horn to do, it means to sell, so thinking