1他拎着两个水煎包子,离开了公园。这是难得的天气,出了太阳。一上午,他都坐在柔石公园的长廊,有几个老头总在那里下棋,旁边堆着人。他不懂棋,也不爱下,坐在一边,听他们吵闹。这是初秋,他不喜欢这个季节,这个季节总是多雨。下了雨,出不了门,楼上走到楼下,楼下走到楼上,数着楼梯,日子总过不去。他热爱晴天,太阳当头照,他蜷着身子,窝在公园一角,听着人声,眯缝着眼,像条癞皮狗一样,任由阳光在身上舌头一样肆意舔着。他走进院子,到了门口,忽然想起南房已经 1 He carried two boiled dumplings and left the park. This is a rare weather, out of the sun. In the morning, he was sitting on the promenade of Rouge Park, where a few old men always played chess and piled beside them. He does not know chess, does not love, sit on the side, listen to them noisy. This is the early autumn, he does not like this season, this season is always rainy. Rain, can not get out the door, go upstairs upstairs, downstairs went upstairs, counting the stairs, days never go. He loves sunny days and the sun shines. He lies curled up in the corner of the park, listening to human voices and narrowing his eyes. Like a fur-capped dog, he sucks his tongue like a sunshine. He walked into the yard, to the door, suddenly remembered the South room already