雨季到来时,村长不见了。昼夜滴滴答答的落雨,不停不断,就像讨饭的丐帮逗留在屋外,嚷嚷不止。整个解放村湿透了,地面都淌出水来。老谷的心情如同门前那条渗透浑浊的马路,泥泞而湿重:又是交公粮的时节了,老天爷偏偏不放晴!老谷的脑袋藏在衣领里,像只缩头龟一般巴望着门外淅淅沥沥的落雨,心里一片茫然。 When the rainy season arrived, the village chief disappeared. Rain drops day and night, kept on, just like beggars begging to stay outside, yelling. The entire liberated village wet, the ground is dripping water. The feeling of the old valley is the same as the road in front of the turbid infiltration of the road, muddy and wet weight: it is the season to pay the public grain, and God, but not sunny! Valley’s head hidden in the collar, Lost rain outside the door, my heart blankly.