天气变得热起来了。蚊子在水面上成团成伙地飞。风,懒洋洋地吹动着环绕小港湾的灌木丛的树枝,有时又象从远处一个波浪那里跑到跟前来。向上游,可以从树顶上看到纸厂的烟囱和从烟囱出来升上天空的一缕轻烟。城市就在那里。他们把自行车隐藏进灌木丛,把船拉到岸边。“行行好,帮个忙,不要总是看表吧!”米克说,“如果我们两点钟乘车出发,三点钟就可以舒舒适适在家里了。” The weather is getting hot. Mosquitoes fly in groups on the water. The wind, lazily blowing the branches of the shrubbery that encircled Little Harbor, sometimes ran like a wave from afar. Upstream, you can see the paper mill’s chimney from the top of the tree and a ray of smoke coming out of the chimney to the sky. The city is there. They hide the bike in the bushes and pull the boat to the shore. “OK, do a favor, do not always watch the table!” Mick said, “If we set off at two o’clock, we would be comfortable at three o’clock at home.”