树荫下的土人和草丛都安详宁静,朦朦胧胧,草丛不是消磨时光,它长在那里,土人也不是消磨时光,坐在草地上就是生活。土人服务区十几间小房屋夹杂在光斑闪耀的树林中,在浩瀚无边的荒野中这片房舍犹如一个孤岛,幸好它守在一条公路旁。机械师从房门张望外面热腾腾的午后时刻。苍天之下阳光依然灿烂,有车辆反射着阳光亮闪闪地驶过。几个土人在有树荫的草地闲坐。机械师躲在太阳晒不到的 In the shade of natives and grass are peaceful and quiet, hazy, the grass is not to kill time, it grows there, natives are not spending time, sitting in the grass is life. A dozen small houses in the service area of ​​the Aboriginal people are mixed in the glittering woods. In the boundless wilderness, the house is like an island. Fortunately, it is kept by a road. The mechanic looked out of the door to a hot afternoon. The sun is still bright under the sky, with vehicles reflecting the sun shining through. Several natives sit in the shaded grass. Mechanic hiding in the sun