这是一个夏季,是太热了,天上没有一疙瘩云,阳光就像一把一把的针往地上扎。树呢,树呢?远近已经没有树了,屋外只有一棵竹,独竹。我见到的汉子就坐在竹下避暑。他热得剃了头发,脱了褂子和鞋,恨不得把皮也剥了去。面前的土场上堆满了白棉花,那不是白棉花,是一闭一团的光气越涌越大,光气中的狗都腿软了,伸长着舌头喘不过气来,墙头上的一片瓦在惊,嘎嘎地爆裂,有碎末落下去,墙下的浮土立即冒起三股白烟。 This is a summer, is too hot, there is no pimple in the sky, the sunshine is like a handful of needles to the ground bar. Trees, trees? There is no tree far and near, outside the house is only a bamboo, single bamboo. The guy I saw was sitting under bamboo for summer heat. He had his hair shaved hot, off the gown and shoes, anxious to peel off the skin. In front of the soil field is covered with white cotton, it is not white cotton, is the more the more the phosgene closed, the phlegm dog legs are soft, stretch out the tongue out of breath, the wall A piece of tile in the shock, quack burst, there are broken down, the floating soil immediately risked three shares of white smoke.