去年秋天,一次到外地送货,返回油田地界已是傍晚时分。夕阳西下,百鸟归巢,人亦归心似箭。我望了司机老梁一眼,他又习惯性地张开了嘴巴,随着车速的不断加快,嘴张得也越来越大,仿佛要一口把前面的路程吞进肚里。我想,照这样下去,天黑前就可以到家了。正行驶间,突然发现前方有个人在拦车,手里拿一样东西 Last fall, it was late afternoon when it returned to the field once it was delivered to the field. Setting sun, birds homing, people are also at heart. I looked at the driver, a beam of old Liang, he habitually opened his mouth, as the speed continues to accelerate, mouth Zhang Zhang is also growing, as if to swallow the front of the road in front of one. I think, go on like this, before dark can get home. Driving, suddenly found in front of an individual in the block, holding the same thing in his hand