午后的懒散中,一切静无声响,风吹过时,只有低矮的树丛发出吱吱声,犹如在喃喃抗议。一缕缕的尘土和沙子从地上腾起,翻卷着展开在空中盘旋着,粗糙的草叶芒钻出了沙地。鞋底开始烫脚了,我徒劳地四处打量着,想找个阴凉的地方。我喜欢这梦境般的寂静,想尽量在外面多待一会儿。我觉得要是继续走,就有可能找到一个凉快的地方。这条路通往山里,沙地上矗立的城墙像悬崖,炮塔和堡垒似荒废了的老房子,倒塌在大海里。 During the afternoon laziness, everything was silent and the wind was outdated. Only the low trees squeaked as if muttering. A strands of dust and sand rose from the ground, rolled up and circled in the air, and rough grass and leaves drifted out of the sand. Sole began to hot feet, I looked around in vain, trying to find a cool place. I like the silence of this dream, want to stay as long as possible for a while outside. I think if you continue to go, it is possible to find a cool place. This road leads to the mountains, the walls of the sand stands like cliffs, turrets and abandoned old fortresses, collapsing in the sea.