这世上有一种美,不需一点儿胭脂水粉。那美,来自于一张用泥土妆成的面容。这个夏天,我放假回到外婆家。夏日的农村四处弥漫着炙热的气息,太阳高挂在空中,毫不留情地烘烤着大地,偶尔飘来的一丝轻风,撩起一条枝丫,引来一片嘶哑的蝉鸣。“凡凡,天这么热,去给田里的外婆送瓶水吧!”“什么?外面太阳那么大, There is a beauty in this world, without a little rouge gouache. That beauty, from a face made of clay makeup. This summer, I return to my grandmother on holiday. In the summer, there was a hot atmosphere everywhere in the countryside. The sun was hanging in the air without any grudges to bake the earth. Sometimes a slight breeze drifted through it, lifted a branch and attracted a hoarse cicadas. ”Fanfan, the sky is so hot, go to the grandmother of the field to send bottle of water! “ ”What? Outside the sun so big,