“提灯笼,掌灯笼,聘姑娘,扛箱笼,……”村子里的孩子们一面唱,一面摘下蒲公英,深深吸足了气,“噗”地一声把茸毛吹去。“提灯笼,掌灯笼,聘姑娘,扛箱笼,噗!”蒲公英的茸毛像蚂蚁国的小不点儿的降落伞,在使劲吹的一阵人工暴风里,悬空飘舞一阵子,就四下里飞散开,不见了。在春光弥漫的草原上,孩子们找寻成了茸毛的蒲公英,争先恐后地赛跑着。我回忆到自己跟着小伴们在草原上来回奔跑的儿时,也给孙子一般的小儿子,吹个茸毛瞧瞧。“提灯笼,掌灯笼,聘姑娘,扛箱箱,噗!”小儿子高兴了,从院里的蒲公英上摘下所有的茸毛来,小嘴里鼓足气吹去。茸毛像 “Raise the lantern, hold the lantern, hire the girl, carry the cage, ...” The children of the village sang and took off the dandelion. They took a deep breath and puffed the hair away. “Raise the lantern, palm lanterns, hire a girl, carry the cage, Poof!” Dandelion’s hair like a little ant’s parachute, blowing in a burst of artificial storm, floating vacant for a while, Gone On the verdant prairie, the children looked for hairy dandelions and raced racing against each other. I recalled that when I was running with my little friends on the prairie, I also gave my grandchildren little son a blowy look. “Lift lanterns, palm lanterns, hire a girl, carrying boxes, pop!” The younger son was happy, took off all the hair from the dandelion in the yard, the small mouth full of breezes. Velvet portrait