盛夏多雷雨。这是一个不甚炎热的夜。早在黄昏时分,乌云就布满天空,厚重得像场坝上一堆堆棉花。老人们手里握着葵扇却不摇动,仰头看天,都在猜测晚上有雨。入夜,刚躺上凉席还感觉得到身下一股寒气,心想,今晚可以有一个难得的好睡了。不料午夜时分远处响起了雷声,把我弄醒。依稀听到轰隆隆的响声如同火车驶过,有轻微的颤抖,毕竟总觉得有些遥远,于是故意强迫自己不去睁开眼 Thunderstorms in summer. This is a not very hot night. As early as dusk, dark clouds covered the sky, thick like a pile of cotton on the dam. The old people held the Kwai fan in their hands but did not shake. Looking up at the sky, they were all guessing that there was rain at night. Into the night, just lying on the mat still feel a body cold, I thought, tonight can have a rare good sleep. Unexpectedly, there was a thunder in the distance at midnight and I was awakened. As the rumbling sounds of the rumbling of the train heard like a train passing by, there was a slight trembling. After all, I felt that I was somewhat distant, so I deliberately forced myself not to open my eyes.