一夕阳徐徐沉坠,霞彩染遍了山林、湖泊和一座塔楼,暮色像一只大手从空中一点点罩下来。站在塔楼的上端,老莫嗅到了一种诡异的气味与情绪,他警觉地四处瞅了瞅,一个黑影向这边漂游过来。妈拉巴子,想得美,休想带走一片羽毛。老莫的心里发黑,大手铆劲攥了一下拳头。塔楼建在一个比巴掌大不了多少的小岛上,四围除了蓝晶晶的湖水,还是湖水,几十年前,这里少有人迹,近年却有不少人光顾这里,他们多数是端着猎枪来到这片水域,几声枪响后,就打着笑语拎着猎物心满意足地离开了。广阔的湖面上除了鸟儿叽叽喳喳归林的声音, A sunset sun slowly falling, Xia Cai dyed the mountains, lakes and a tower, twilight like a big hand from the air a little cover down. Standing on the top of the tower, Mo Mo smell a strange smell and emotion, he looked around a vigilant, a shadow drifting to here. Ma La Pakistani, think beautiful, never mind to take away a feather. Old Mo black, big riveted grip grip fist. Tower built in a much larger than the palm of the island, surrounded by the addition of the blue crystal lake, or the lake, a few decades ago, there are few people here, in recent years, there are many people here, most of them are carrying a shotgun to To this piece of water, after a few shots, carrying a quarrel laughing carrying contentment to leave. In addition to the broad lake bird twitter twitter voice,