设若七月的太阳并非如此热辣,那片河滩就不会这么苍凉这么空旷。唯嘶嘶的蝉鸣充实那天空,因此就有了晴朗的寂寞。又何况还是正午,云和风,统不知踅到哪个角弯里去了。(何立伟《白色鸟》)这是七月正午烈日下的河滩。没有鸭子,没有人,只有赤裸裸的被太阳晒得白光光的沙石。河滩其实并不大,但缺少了活动的生命,就显得苍凉和空旷起来。蝉是夏日里永不知倦的主角,但似乎只有在此时,它们才不令人感到厌烦。 If the sun in July is not so hot, then the river beach would not be so empty and so empty. Only the buzzing of the sky fills the sky, so there is a clear loneliness. What’s more, at midday, the cloud and the wind did not know where to go. (He Liwei’s “White Bird”) This is the beach under the hot sun in July. There are no ducks, no one, only the naked sandstone that is white by the sun. The river beach is not very big, but it lacks the vitality of activity and it looks desolated and empty. You are the protagonist who never tires of the summer, but it seems that at this time they are not boring.