白天像是烧着明晃晃的大火。土地是灼热的,树木也是灼热的。草都干枯了,踩上去沙沙作响。到傍晚才有了凉意。这时候,一位年迈的老人出现在湍急的卡图尼河的岸边。他总是在老地方坐下——在那棵长在水中的盘根错节的老树旁,然后向太阳凝望。太阳正落到山后去。傍晚时的太阳看上去又大又红。老人一动也不动地坐着,双手放在膝上——这是一双深褐色、干枯的手,手上的皱纹多得惊人。他脸上也刻满了皱纹,湿润的眼睛黯然无光。他的颈项很细,头也小,但盖满了白发。蓝色的 It was like burning bright shining fire during the day. The land is glowing and the trees burning. The grass is dry, stepped on rustling. It will be cool until evening. At this time, an elderly man appeared on the bank of the turbulent Katuni River. He always sat down in the old place - beside the tarnished old tree that grew up in the water and looked to the sun. The sun is behind the mountain The evening sun looks big and red. The old man sat motionless, his hands on his knees - a pair of dark brown, dry hands, the hands of wrinkles and more amazing. His face is also covered with wrinkles, moist eyes eclipsed. His neck is thin, his head is small, but covered with white hair. blue