第一章一傍晚时分,空中飘起了雪花。天气寒冷,路上几乎没有行人,道路坑坑洼洼,布花骑一辆破自行车,艰难地向前行进。她脖子上围一条红围巾,如果不是因为天色已晚,她应该是很醒目的。途中,不知谁家的一只狗,追着她跑了一阵,狂吠了几声,然后无趣地掉头跑进了荒野。到达县城西边的粮食局招待所门口时,雪花已经把布花的头发染白了。布花下车,拍打干净头上和身上的积雪,找个地方把自行车放 In the evening of the first chapter, snowflakes floated in the air. Cold weather, almost no pedestrians on the road, potholes in the road, cloth flowers ride a broken bike, difficult to move forward. She should have a red scarf around her neck if it was not too late. On the way, I do not know who’s a dog, ran chase her for a while, barking a few times, and then turned around boringly ran into the wilderness. When reaching the gate of the grain bureau’s guest house to the west of the county seat, the snowflake has dyed the hair of the cloth flower. Get off the cloth, swipe the head and body of snow, find a place to put the bike