盛夏时节,坐在屋里,门开着,风穿堂而过,前院后山,都在这一场穿堂风里。屋后的老井总是滴哒着水,听得出水滴在水桶里,塑料的水瓢浮在水上打着转。水滴的不紧不慢,风来了,水瓢就懒懒地撞一下桶沿儿,这声音是首简单的小曲子,让人觉得清爽悦耳。一只蜜蜂从屋后飞进来,路过我的穿堂风,嗡嗡的听上去很快乐。我猜它路过是因为后面水井 Summer season, sitting in the room, the door open, the wind through the hall, the front yard after the mountain, all dressed in style in this one. The old well behind the house was always dripping with water, listening to water droplets in the bucket, the plastic water scoop floating in the water hitting the turn. Unobstructed water droplets, the wind, the water ladle lazily hit the barrel along the child, the sound is the first simple little song, people feel fresh and sweet. A bee flew in from the back of the house and passed me through the hallway, buzzing and sounding happy. I guess it’s passing because of the wells behind