有个幼小的夏天,我在两个地方。我在我表哥手里。他父亲得了癌,姑母弄来了一张秘方,我们在半夜里打着电筒穿着齐膝的雨靴在齐腰的湿漉漉的草里寻找起死回生的药,可以和蛇作战的癞蛤蟆。它们长得很丑恶,面积有人的脸那么大,像一座座移动的岛。姑父来不及吃完我们捉来的癞蛤蟆就离开了。剩下来的满屋子跳动。表兄一个一个把它捆起来,丢进墙洞和树洞,喷了好多杀虫剂,开始焚烧。我还在我父亲肩上。我们走在西门西,一个老人正指使一只老鼠搞表演,围了很多人,我和他只遇见最后一场表演的尾声。我们都很想从头到尾看一遍。而看一场需要八块钱。他身上有四块五毛钱, There is a young summer, I am in two places. I am in my cousin’s hand. His father got cancer, aunt got a recipe, we in the middle of the night under the flashlight wearing a knee-shaped rain boots in the wet waist of the grass looking for a revival of medicine, to fight snakes and toads. They look very ugly, with an area of ​​people’s face so big, like a moving island. My uncle left after the toad we caught. The rest of the room beating. The cousins ​​tied it up one by one, threw it into a wall hole and a tree hole, sprayed a lot of insecticide and started burning it. I’m still on my father’s shoulder. We walked in Simon West, an old man is pointing a rat performing performances, surrounded by a lot of people, I and he only met the end of the last show. We all want to see it all over again. To see a need eight dollars. He had four pieces of five cents