一太阳刚刚爬上山坳,桔红的阳光洒在桃花谷七沟八梁的桃林间,洒在林间三层小洋楼的窗棂上。顶层宽敞的卧室里,刚躺下的黑姑又醒了。她不是被楼下那几只躁动的公鸡叫吵醒的,也不是被稻田里呱呱的青蛙吵醒的,她,是被瞎子老妈沉闷的敲门声震醒的。 A sun just climbed Col, orange sun sprinkled in Peach Valley seven ditch Bailiang between the forest, sprinkled in the forest floor of the small window of a small house. In the spacious bedroom on the top floor, the newly-wounded Black Swan woke up again. She was awakened not by the restless cocks downstairs, nor by the quack frogs in the rice fields, she was awakened by the dull knock on the blind man.