午休起来,天边那朵大得出奇的棉花云把小孩的魂给勾了去,他便不自觉地要往外走。一个人总是自由的好。下午两点多,大地像蒸笼似的。没有几个人在路上走,不,应该说没有人在路上走,都窝在房间里吹着空调呢。小孩是一个人偷偷溜出来的。紧跟着那朵怪异的云,看着它被风吹呀吹,一直吹到一个山头。小孩盯着那朵飞翔的云,心也跟着飞了,越飞越远,飞到没有人的地方。“人是自由的,是吗?”小孩想问。既然选择了在这样一个炎热的下午,大家都在 During the lunch break, the extraordinarily large cotton cloud on the horizon leaves the kid’s soul ticked and he unconsciously wants to go out. A person is always free. More than two in the afternoon, the earth like a steamer. Few people walk on the road, no, it should be said that no one walking on the road, are nest in the room blowing air conditioning it. Child is a person sneaking out. Followed by that weird cloud, watching it blowing by the wind ah, blowing to a hill. The child stared at the flying cloud, followed by the heart, flew further and farther to where no one was. “People are free, right? ” Children want to ask. Since the choice of such a hot afternoon, everyone is there