那些夏天的日子里,每当你凝神立于芒草丛生的原野写生,我总是躺在近旁一棵白桦树的树阴里。到了傍晚,你放下笔来到我身边,我们便牵起手静静待一会儿,并肩遥望远方。大片厚厚的积雨云染着茜红色的边,覆盖住地平线,仿似暮霭沉沉的地平线上又生出了 In those summer days, whenever I lay in the wild grassland, I lay in the shade of a birch tree nearby. In the evening, when you put down your pen and came to me, we held our hands and waited quietly for a while, looking sideways at the distance. Large thick thunderstorm clouded red edge, covering the horizon, as if the dark evening gloomy horizon and gave birth to