楔子肩上的东西是越发地重了,想歇口气的张雨荷加快了脚步,好在转个弯儿就到了梨树坪——名字好听,其实并无梨树。也许曾经有过梨树,但是现在没有,有一块大青石,石面儿又宽又平,被过往犯人歇脚、小憩,磨得亮亮的。进入张雨荷眼帘的不是大青石,是坐在上面一个女子的背影,旁边立着竹背篓。她身着桃红色的旧衬衫,夕阳将上衣映衬得异常刺目。好久没见过这样的颜色了!自从入狱服刑,张雨荷看到的都是灰色。灰色的围墙,灰色的囚服, Things on the shoulders of the wedge are heavier and heavier, and Zhang Yuhe, who wants to take a moment’s breath, hastened his pace. Fortunately, it turned to Pear Ping by turning a corner - there was no pear tree in its name. There may have been pear trees, but now there is not a big bluestone, stone face wide and flat, was the prisoners of the past off, rest, polished bright. Into the Zhang Yu Dutch Eye is not a large bluestone, is sitting on top of a woman’s back, standing next to the bamboo basket. She was wearing a pink old shirt, silhouetted against the shirt at sunset. Long time no seen such a color! Since jail in prison, Zhang Yuhe see are gray. Gray wall, gray prison uniform,