泥土是滚热的干尘,人行,车过,风动,都掀起一阵白浪。太阳发疯般张狂,把所有光,所有热,所有火铺天盖地泼洒下来。里面的人缩着瞳孔,有气无力的吸入闷热的空气,吐出更浊炙的气体。终于,看到山了,那是有水的地方,是活命的地方,是阿爸说过的地方。西方激动了,她摸一摸索命的干瘦的小脚,要让他也瞧瞧这山。 The dirt is hot and dry dust. People, vehicles, and winds all set off a wave of white water. The madness of the madness of the sun drowns all the light, all the heat, and all the fire. The man inside drew up his pupils, unable to breathe the stuffy air and spit out more turbid gas. Finally, when you see the mountain, it is a place where there is water, a place where you live, and where Abba once said. The West was thrilled. She touched the deadly feet of her life and asked him to take this mountain.