虽是八月的天,但天气却并不似那般炎热。枝上蝉鸣,轻风阵阵,一切都似乎那么美妙。不远处,一个女人带着她的女儿站在那里卖唱。我走近了些,这才看清:那女人衣衫褴褛,洗得有些泛白的衬衫上还有不少的污渍,灰头土脸,乱蓬蓬的头发垂在身后,颊旁碎发随风而动,在她脸上轻扫,看起来已是三十多岁。而她的女儿只是静静地站在她身边,惶恐地打量着周围来来往往的人,那么的小心翼翼……这样的她们在这个街区里显得格外的不搭调。 Although it is August day, but the weather is not so hot. Cicadas breeze, breeze, everything seems so wonderful. Not far away, a woman stands singing with her daughter standing there. As I approached, I noticed that the woman was wearing a ragged coat and some white shirt was washed with a lot of stains, gray and muddy hair, Her face swipes, looks more than thirty years old. And her daughter just quietly stood beside her, looked horribly at those who came and goes around, so cautious ... so they are particularly disassociated in this block.