月明星稀,万籁俱寂。在淮河北岸某麦场里,一个黑影轻轻地把一个未灭的烟头朝麦草垛上一塞即飞奔而去。不一会,熊熊大火冲天而起,等人们赶到时,留下的只是一堆灰烬和主人的唉叹。秋高气爽,满地欢歌。在一块刚收割完毕的玉米地里,一辆四轮拖拉机拖着双铧犁在翻地,忽然,“咔嚓”一声,双铧犁断裂。上前一看,原来不知谁在地里插了几根手指粗的钢筋,显然是针对主人的农机而来。 Month star is thin, sweet silence. In the north bank of the Huaihe River, a wheat field, a shadow gently put an unexamined cigarette butts toward the wheat haystack on a plug that flew away. A short while, a raging fire sky, and other people arrived, leaving only a pile of ashes and the owner of alas. Autumn, Montreal singing. In a newly harvested cornfield, a four-wheeled tractor pulled a double-plow plowed in the ground, suddenly, “click” sound, double-hua plow rupture. Looked forward to see, I do not know who originally inserted in the ground a few fingers thick steel, apparently for the owner of the farm machinery.