Dusk slowly enveloped the village. West pan Hongxia, dyed the village of smoke, smoke at the moment like a piece of misty poetry, erratic floating over the village. Static straight continuously to the sky, the wind blowing over it will twist the waist, the astigmatism instantly like a shelf became invisible. Off farm children alley, still immersed in the game. Some take the slingshot turtledove, some climbing into a tree to dig a nest, accidentally, a nest of eggs fall from the sky, fell in the ground breaking a pool of golden egg. "It's a pity that the bird will come back for sure." A little girl some braid Hemp flowers looked pained on a golden egg slowly into the loess, sad face. A dog squatting on the fence next to watch, seeing the near tail wagging smell disappeared. The distance came the mother who call the son to go home and eat two voice: "boy, go home for dinner." For a time, the bird's nest, shoot, watch, had heard a loud cry, "went home to eat." The village will quiet down, the smoke slowly hidden in the twilight and evening she went to.