一抹灰黑色在天际浮动,近了,是迁移的候鸟。我背着包,蹒跚在山路上。西天陡然落下去一枚火红的圆日,树梢的风瞬间大起来,我的衣服被灌得满满的鼓鼓的。我心里着急,加快了步伐,越发觉得口渴了。从包里摸出水杯,最后一滴也不剩了。我舔了舔嘴唇,往肩膀掖了掖背包带,追着那轮沉下去的红日而去。过了一个山头。看见坡上围着一圈栅栏,茅草屋透着豆大的灯火。我心下一喜直奔过去。柴门半掩,没有狗吠,只有风把屋顶的 A touch of gray and black floating in the sky, near, migratory migratory birds. I carry the bag, staggering on the mountain. West suddenly dropped to a fiery day, the treetops of the wind moment up, my clothes are full of bulging. I was in a hurry, accelerated the pace, the more I feel thirsty. Feel the glass from the bag, the last drop is not left. I licked my lips, tucked my shoulder back with a shoulder strap, and chased the red sun that day. After a hill. See the slope surrounded by a fence, thatched cottage with large lights. I just went straight to my heart. Chaimen half cover, no barking, only the wind to the roof