终于，他拄着拐杖爬上了那座小山，那座他儿时放过风筝的小山。 　　他想看看夕阳。 　　风吹乱了他的头发，也吹拂着他右腿那空荡荡的裤管儿。夕阳给小山涂上了一抹金黄，晚霞给他身上罩了一层淡红的光晕，仿佛一朵从太阳身边飘过的流云。 　　他是位保安，是豫西小城一个无名 Finally, he climbed up the hill with his cane, the hill where he kissed him. He wants to see the sunset The wind blew his hair, and he was blowing his empty leg pants on his right leg. Sunset to the hills painted a touch of golden, sunset to his body covered with a layer of pink halo, as if a cloud drifting from the sun side. He is a security guard, is a nameless town in western Henan