中午,火辣辣的太阳,想要把水泥路晒化似的,我忍着渴,走了半小时路,到一个叫殷巷的小街买西瓜。转过两条街,就在我即将放弃找寻的时候,一个水果摊倏忽出现,而且,在摊前,也终于看见了一个人。她戴着一顶破草帽,脖子上是一条沾过水的黑乎乎的毛巾,她用那看熟人一般的眼神看着我,问:“来啦?”挑中了几个绿绿的西瓜,在得到包熟包甜的承诺以后,也没有怎么还价,就成交了。于是,过秤,交钱,走人。西瓜的味道其实是早就忘记了,只是过几天又到了殷巷,正低头走着,忽然听 Noon, the hot sun, you want to cement the road drying, I endure thirst, walk half an hour, to a small street called Yin Lane to buy watermelon. Turn two streets, just when I was about to give up looking for a fruit stand suddenly appeared, but also, in front of the stalls, and finally saw a person. She wore a straw hat with a dark, watery towel over her neck. She looked at me in a familiar look and asked: “Come on?” Watermelon, sweet package in the bag after the promise, nor how the bargain, the deal. So, scales, pay, leave. In fact, the taste of watermelon has long been forgotten, but a few days went Yin Lane, is bowing, suddenly heard