依稀记得,小时候最爱的就是盛夏的傍晚了,夕阳的余晕透过层层枝叶洒在青砖瓦舍上,为此抹上了一层黄灿灿的颜色,门前的鸡鸭在地上散步觅食,这时大人们忙完一天的农活,放下卷起的裤脚,扛着锄头一路哼着小曲儿回家。伴随着柴火哗哔啵啵的声响,屋顶便会升起缕缕青烟,不知不觉就和天空融为一体。伴随着落日的余晖消失 Vaguely remember that childhood favorite is the evening of midsummer, and the sunset Icy stasis through the layers of leaves sprinkled on the brick tile roof, so cast a layer of yellow color, the duck in front of the ground to walk for the Food, then adults busy day farm work, put down the rolled-up trousers, carrying a hoe all the way humming a little song home. Accompanied by the sounds of wood fire beeping, the roof will rise continuously plume of smoke, unconsciously and the sky into one. The afterglow of the sunset disappears