铃铛再次睁开眼时发现自己已经不在窗边了,取而代之的是脚下泛着墨色的青草和面前正牵着马匹的大川。地平线上还露着一角太阳,红彤彤的一小块,好像一头羊走过去就能将它一口吃掉。铃铛站在原地,怔怔地发着呆。她知道面前的那个人叫大川,是个四处游牧的人,他会画画,会唱歌,会拉马头琴,高兴了还会吟几句诗。他刚来到这个 Bell again opened his eyes and found himself no longer by the window, replaced by the gushing grass under the feet and the front of Okawa are holding horses. There is also a corner of the horizon with a glowing sun and a small piece of red that looks like a sheep can eat when it comes over. Bell standing still, stared to hair to stay. She knew that the person in front of him was called Dachuan, a nomadic person who could draw, sing, pull the mare, gladly read a few poems. He just came here