北方的五月。炎热的气息已经渗入,它像一种不常见的易碎品挤在早晨的微凉之间,有些摇晃。那天的太阳也有些摇晃,至少在我的眼中如此,我追赶着骑车要去学校的父亲,可他把我丢在了半路上。他有他的理由,奶奶给出的理由是,我父亲有事儿。而且,他还要赶集,在集市上买碗。“别哭啦,哭什么哭!今天端午,给你包粽子吃!”粽子并不能化解我的委屈,它变成鱼也不能。我的委屈如同一根尖锐的鱼刺,卡在喉咙那里。那时,我还小。那时,我 May in the north. The hot breath had infiltrated it, squeezing it like an uncommon fragile into the morning cool, some shaking. The sun that day was a little shaky, at least in my eyes, and I chased the father who was going to school by bike, but he left me halfway. He had his reasons, Grandma gave the reason is that my father something. Moreover, he also had to go to the market to buy bowls at the market. “Do not cry, cry cry! Today Dragon Boat Festival, to eat dumplings to eat!” "Rice dumplings do not dissolve my grievances, it can not become a fish. My wretch is like a sharp fishbone stuck in my throat. At that time, I was still young. At that time, me