一日头像一张刚出锅的油饼,金灿灿地贴在窗玻璃上。哑巴筋了筋鼻子,他闻到了阳光油汪汪的香味,从窗缝间挤进来,在他的脑袋上乱飞,像找不到窝的一群蜂子。他费了好大劲儿,才把僵硬的舌头伸出来一小截,去舔干裂的嘴唇。嘴唇上是密密麻麻的裂痕,上面的薄皮龟裂、翻卷,如被蒸干后的河床。他平躺在炕上,头下不敢放枕头,他的头哪怕抬高半寸,肚子都会胀痛得受不了。房梁上,那只秃尾巴老耗子又爬了出来,从 On the first day a pan-fried pancake was goldenly affixed to the windowpane. Mute rubbed his nose, he smelled the smell of sunshine oily, squeezed in through the window, flying in his head, like a bee can not find a nest of bees. He spent a great deal of effort trying to stretch his stiff tongue a little and lick the chapped lips. Lips are dense cracks, the top of the thin skin cracked, curled up, such as the bed was dried. He lay flat on the kang, head under dare not put the pillow, even if he raised his head half inch, the stomach will not suffer pain. On the beam, the old rat with the bare tail crawled out again