七月流火,街头西瓜既大又甜,叫卖声不绝于耳。 家里从来没有种过西瓜。幼时家贫,吃西瓜是难以向父母启齿的奢望。乡里的伙伴跟我一样,总把流汁的红瓤西瓜当作梦寐以求的美味。河对岸的村子有块西瓜地,于是便成了伙伴们的目标。我是不敢去偷的,因为那又得惹恼了父亲。哥哥先前是去过一次,回来时划破了手脚。父亲好像已知道端倪,阴沉着脸,喝斥 Flows in July, the street watermelon is big and sweet, cries endless. Watermelons have never been planted at home. When young children were poor, eating watermelon is difficult to tell their parents luxury. The companion in the village, like me, always treats the juicy red watermelon as a delicious meal. The village on the other side of the river has a piece of watermelon, so it has become the goal of partners. I can not steal, because it annoyed his father again. My brother had been to it once, and when I came back, I had broken my hands and feet. Father seems to have known clues, gloomy face, drink reprimanded