我躺在爷爷的西瓜地里,静静地,痴痴地望着那一片天。天依旧是那么蓝,那么澄澈,像一个单纯的女孩穿着一袭薄薄的蓝纱裙赤着脚在雨地里跳跃。身旁的西瓜和四周的泥土所散发出阵阵清香,夹杂在微风中扑面吹来,使我有些醉了,半眯着眼,思绪飞回了那年暑假。夏天的夜,满天的星斗显得分外顽皮,像个跟屁虫似地跟在月亮母亲后面,伴随着母亲来到寂静的天空。它们不停地眨着那对大而迷人的双眸,像一群顽皮可爱的孩子簇 I lay in my grandfather’s watermelon, quietly, journeying at the sky. The sky is still so blue, so clear, like a simple girl wearing a thin blue veil skirt barefoot jumping in the rain. Beside the watermelon and surrounded by the earth exudes a fragrance, mixed with blowing in the breeze blowing, so I am a bit drunk, squint, thoughts fly back that summer. The night of summer, sky full of stars is particularly naughty, like a follower behind the Moon Mother, accompanied by her mother came to the silent sky. They kept winking at the big, charming eyes, like a group of playful children