骄阳似火,无情地烤灼着宽阔的马路。灰尘仿佛被阳光照穿了似的,像金雨一般落到路上。在8月闷热的傍晚,杳无人迹的马路和茫茫无际的田野显得格外荒凉。一个女人、三个孩子和一头毛驴在路上缓缓地行进着。那个女人嘴巴似张非张,喘着大气,她衣衫褴褛,满身灰尘,光着脚,抱着一个吃奶的婴儿。跟在那个女人后面有气无力地走着的,是一头皮包骨的老毛驴。搭在驴背上的两只筐里,躺着两个孩子。 Hot as the sun, mercilessly broiled burning wide road. Dust seems to be worn by the sunshine, falling like a golden rain on the road. In the sultry evening of August, the unmanifested streets and vast expanses of the fields seemed exceptionally desolate. A woman, three children and a donkey slowly walked along the road. The woman seemed like a non-Zhang mouth, gasping, her rags, covered with dust, barefoot, holding a nursing baby. Followed by the back of the woman impatiently walking is a skinny old donkey. In the two baskets on the donkey, lay two children.