1天怎么还不黑呢?这山村里的夏日长得要把人折磨死了。东边的八峰山,线条怎么那么单调没有曲折?西看是田野,南望是田野,北眺还是田野,哎-!这田野难道没有尽头吗?怎么就绿得那么统一单调呢?村中央一条土路,左右各十来户人家。那摇摆的松树,泥巴的矮墙,玉米秆的篱笆,爬满篱笆的瓜藤,每个都那么单调。昨天见过的扫帚草,今天见的金姑爷,明天要见的小黑、小白……阳光用近100℃的温度照在屋顶上,田野上,桑树上,和母 How can one day not be dark? The summer days in this mountain village have to be tortured to death. East of the eight peaks, the line is so monotonous no twists and turns? West is the field, the south is the field, Beitiao or the field, hey -! This field is not the end of it? How green so monotonous it? , About ten people to each family. The swinging pine, the muddy low wall, the stalk of the corn stalk, the rattan covered with the fence were all monotonous. Yesterday saw the broom grass, today see the golden uncle, tomorrow to see the black, white ... ... The sun shines on the roof with a temperature of nearly 100 ℃, field, mulberry, and mother