西瓜是圆的,十几斤重,抱着有些滑。从大姑家一路走出来,五里地的路程,小米淌汗了。经过路边的一棵大柳树时,小米把西瓜放在树底下,坐在了树根上,仰头看着头顶上的柳树叶,阳光从树叶的缝隙里穿透下来,随着阵阵清风摇摆,晃得眼睛睁不开。小米擦了一把额头上的汗,探身拍了拍脚旁的西瓜,又屈起手指弹了弹,西瓜发出嘣嘣的沉闷声。她记不起这是第几次去大姑家拿西瓜了。好像是自从西瓜刚长成个头 Watermelon is round, ten pounds heavier, holding some slip. Walk out from the grandmother home, five miles to the distance, millet sweating. After a roadside big willow, millet put the watermelon on the tree, sat on the roots, looked up at the top of the willow leaves, the sun pierced through the leaves of the gap, with the breeze blowing , Shake the eyes can not open. Millet wiped a sweat on his forehead, patted the watermelon patted his feet, but also bent a finger bombs, watermelon issued dull bored sound. She can not remember how many times she went to her uncle’s house to get watermelon. It seems like watermelon has grown into a head