早上九点,亚楠睡醒了,空调还在徐徐吹着凉风,似万条小蛇在齐吐着芯子。她懒洋洋地披上那件如丝网状的衬衣,踱到了窗前。现在刚进入八月,空气已经炙热火烫了,大街上呈现出那种灰扑扑、红褐色的颜色;太阳这会儿正呆滞地悬在城东的桓山顶上,使得一大片一大片干燥的热气从高空中气势汹汹地向大地压下来, Nine o’clock in the morning, Anna Nan woke up, the air conditioning is still slowly blowing the cool breeze, like thousands of snakes vomit in the core. She lazily put on the piece of mesh-like shirt, strolled to the window. Now in August, the air is already hot and hot, and the streets are littered with gray, reddish-brown colors; the sun is hanging over the top of the Huan Shan in the east of the city, making a large, dry, Hot air from menacing to the earth down from the sky,