风是我的随心所欲天凉了。街上不再有纳凉的人,一个也没有。月亮斜在蓝空,静静地观看孤单的午后茶,孤单地呆伫在石门的官道上。成峰家门口拴着的老黄牛,也躺下了,闭着眼睛倒嚼。满囤家好遛街的狗,也不知趴在哪里预谋什么鬼心思,影也不见,声也不见。东街兆文的笛声连续哑了好几天,娘说兆文病了,吐血。天天这个时辰从公社五小厂晚归的春久大哥,今晚偏偏也迟迟未归。 Wind is my freefall. No cool showers in the street, none at all. Oblique moon in the blue sky, quietly watching the lonely afternoon tea, lonely stay in the official Shimen path. Cheung peak door tied to the old cattle, but also lay down, eyes closed and chewed. House full of good home walk the dog, I do not know where to lie premeditated distractions, the shadow is not seen, the sound is gone. Trumpeter sirens continuous dumb for several days, mother said trillion text, hematemesis. Every day this time from the commune five small factories late fall Spring Big Brother tonight, but also have not yet returned.