“那个周末真不知道他跟我说了些什么,”小姑娘说,“他从来不曾如此对我,可那天却从早到晚殷勤极了,小姑娘长,小姑娘短,喝点朗姆,喝杯果酒,我给你点支烟,我教你骑马。”马儿溜达在跑马场上,背景是午后的灰色,脚下有牛粪;两边不是仙人掌,便是铁丝网;到处都是苍蝇。换句话说,那真是个传说。于是,男人走了过来。 “That weekend I really did not know what he told me, ” The girl said, “He never had to me, but that day was very attentive from morning to night, girl long, short girl, drink Point Rum, a glass of wine, I’ll give you some cigarettes, I teach you riding. ”" The horse strolls on the racetrack, the background is afternoon gray, cow dung at the foot; both sides are not cactus, is the barbed wire; everywhere All flies. In other words, that’s a legend. So, the man came over.