“水来了没?”这是皂荚树村最常听见的一句话。自打我记事起,那摆设性的水龙头滴水的日子可以屈指可数。活生生的温家原硬被叫成旱原,旱原几乎成为皂荚树村的代名词了。一今年七月的太阳比往年的更毒,长到及腿膝高的玉米拧成了一股绳,直直地矗立在裂开缝的土地上,昂着头像人似地渴望下场甘雨。玉秀奶奶菜园子里种的绿菜变成了蓝菜叶,低矮的辣椒棵杆上稀稀拉 “Water is not?” This is the most commonly heard in the acacia tree. From the time I hit my memory, the faucet drips can be numbered. The living Wen Jia original hard called the dry land, the dry land has become almost synonymous with acacia tree village. As the sun in July of this year became more poisonous than in previous years, the corn that grows to the knee of the knee is twisted into a rope, standing straight on the cracked ground, desperate for a glimpse of the end. Yuxiu grandmother vegetable garden planted green vegetables into a blue leaf, low pepper rod on the sparse