6月,初夏。茂盛的树木被风吹着,叶子翻滚,显出耀眼白光。天空那样蓝,到处都那样明媚。路旁的牵牛花紧闭花瓣,仿佛睡着了。喷泉在跳舞,伴着悠扬的乐声。今天是星期日。阿珍背着书包,走进地下通道。那里凉爽昏暗,点着灯。她长长地舒了一口气,在弹吉他的女人面前停下来。那是个短发女人,很瘦。20多岁,穿深色衬衫和牛仔裤。她左手在指板上跳来跳去,右手扫弦,弹奏得游刃有余。而且,她在唱歌。 June, early summer. The lush trees were blown by the wind and the leaves rolled, showing dazzling white light. The sky is as blue as it is everywhere. The morning glory of the roadside closed the petals as if they were asleep. The fountain is dancing, accompanied by melodious music. Today is Sunday. Azhen carrying a bag and walked into the underground passage. It was cool and dark, lit. She sighed long and stopped in front of the woman playing the guitar. It was a short hair woman. She was very thin. In his 20s, he wore dark shirts and jeans. Her left hand leaps and bounds on the fingerboard, and her right hand sweeps the strings, playing it smoothly. And, she is singing.