深秋时节的一个清晨。昨天夜里很冷,早上,草木上聚着一层厚厚的霜。他家院子里的石榴花上也结了霜,使它的质感变得宝石样光滑。一树的石榴花,一树的红宝石。“吱呀”一声,门开了,门内走出来的是一个中年男子,脸上满是皱纹,皮肤黝黑。他身上只穿着毛衣,但他似乎一点儿也不冷,不过他也买不起厚一点的衣服。他出来是打水的,因为穷,他家都没有安装自来水。他几乎是小跑着来到井台边,两手捂着口鼻,哈了几口气,搓了搓手,把 One early morning autumn season. Yesterday night was cold, morning, a thick layer of cream on the grass. The pomegranate flowers in his yard were also frosted, giving it a gem-like texture. A tree of pomegranate flowers, a tree ruby. “Squeak ” soon as the door opened, the door came out is a middle-aged man, his face full of wrinkles, dark complexion. He was wearing a sweater, but he did not seem cold at all, but he could not afford a thicker one. He came out to draw water, because poor, his family did not install tap water. He was almost trotting to the edge of the platform, his hands over his nose and mouth, took a few breaths, and rubbed his hands