这是在酷夏,太阳发了狂,地面幻化成一个大蒸笼。漫山遍野的枯草,只有山道边的一棵大树下,勉强可以乘凉。一个自由自在,但也无依无靠的孤儿,突然出现在这棵大树下。孤儿满头大汗,脸红气喘。他打哪里来,要到哪里去,这些都不重要。重要的是,孤儿一看见这棵树,就笑了。孤儿太累,太想休息了。一条长石,刚好做枕;一些枯草,刚好当席。孤儿躺在大树下,美美地睡着了。一个离奇玄妙的故事,因孤儿的睡梦而展开…… This is the cool summer, the sun was mad, the ground turned into a big steamer. Manshan all over the mountains, only a tree under the Hill Road, barely able to shade. A free, but also helpless orphan, suddenly appeared under the tree. Orphans profusely sweat, blush and asthma. It does not matter where he flies and where he is going. It is important that the orphans laugh at the sight of the tree. Orphan tired, too much to rest. A feldspar, just make pillow; some hay, just enough seats. Orphans lying under the tree, beautiful asleep. A bizarre mystery story unfolds due to the orphan’s dream ...