一轰隆隆,轰隆隆,不大不小的雷声,从遥远的天边传来,震得松散的木格子窗户,啪啦啦响。炕上斜躺的贝岁听到后,心里就不安起来,慢慢坐直身子,挪到窗玻璃跟前,焦急地朝外张望。空中的乌云,从南面山巅匆匆奔涌过来,笼罩在村庄头顶,肆意翻卷,使渐暗的天色愈加阴沉,黑乎乎的,夜晚似乎提前降临了。一阵狂风翻过低矮的围墙,冲进杂乱的院子里,掀动门帘,推搡房门,摇动树枝, A thundering, rumbling, modest thunder, came from distant days, shocked loose wooden lattice window, popping sound. Kang lying on the bed after the baby heard the sound, my heart is not up, slowly sit up, move to the window glass, anxiously looked out. Dark clouds from the south hurried rush over the mountain, shrouded in the village head, wanton curl, so gloomy darker gloomy, dark, night seems to come in advance. A gust of wind over the low fence, burst into the messy yard, tilt curtains, push the door, shaking the branches,