某个中午。太阳仿佛是个一意孤行的暴君,以蒸干土地为己任,视折腾人类为乐子。小卓奔跑着从田里赶回家中。太阳实在是太毒了,多晒一秒钟,简直是要被夺走一刻钟的命。皮肤晒得通红,汗如潮涌,嗓子干得就像裂开的枯土,小卓只得不停地往喉咙里灌水,然后把自己摊晾在 Someone at noon. The sun seems to be a desperate tyrant, who takes it as its own responsibility to dry up the land and treat it as an enjoyable human being. Xiao Zhuo ran away from the fields to go home. The sun was really poisonous, and it took more than a second to dry. It was just a quarter of an hour to be taken away. The skin became red, the sweat was raging, and the scorpion was just like cracked ground. Xiaozhuo had to keep pouring water in his throat, and then he spread himself in the air.