燃烧的夏天总是敲着锣鼓来的。男孩儿包子站在雨中喊着吼着,一直喊到大雨哗啦啦过去了。他回到家就感冒了,被妈妈摁在炕上,喝了一大碗姜汤。傍晚,包子妈刚把包子蒸熟,热气散去,她看见院门口站着一个陌生男孩子,像是城里来的。 Burning summer always knocking on the gongs and drums. Boys and buns stand in the rain shouting, has been shouting heavy rain crashed over. When he got home, he had a cold and was mum dumped on a kang and drank a bowl of ginger soup. In the evening, steamed buns just steamed buns, heat dispersed, she saw the courtyard door stood a strange boy, like the city.