王伯卷着裤筒,赤裸着双脚,站在那满是裂痕的水稻田里。腿上突兀的青筋一直绵延到脚下,似乎他脚下数不清的裂纹都通向他的血脉。他热爱这片土地,像呵护孩子一般呵护着它;而他却又像是这片土地的孩子。那是一个落火的夏天,烈日把一切都烤得软软的,热浪在空气中不停地翻腾,所有的 Uncle rolled up his trousers, bare feet, and stood in the rice field full of cracks. The blue veins in his legs stretched out to the feet, and it seemed as though the numerous cracks at his feet were leading to his veins. He loves this land and cares for it like a child; but he is like a child of this land. It was a summer of falling fire. The sun burned everything soft, and the heat wave churned in the air all the time.