那是一个安静的傍晚,我倚在墙头百无聊赖地看着夕阳,它温暖的余晖均匀地涂抹了大地、屋顶,还有我。许多烟囱里淌出轻柔的炊烟,缓缓地飘向天空,与空气中常年飘荡的煤砟子味儿混为一体。微风吹来,我眯起眼睛,享受着一天中最美好的时光。那天与以往的任何一天并没有什么不同,就像一杯白水,让人很安心。那年我九岁。生活在一个矿区。这里的一切都与煤有关:空气,水,还有人们。许多男人是矿工,他们工作在黑暗幽深的地下,穿着看不出颜色的工作服,戴绑着矿灯的安全帽。他们有很好看的笑,尽管 It was a quiet evening, I lean on the wall watching the sunset bored of it, the warm aftertaste evenly spread the earth, the roof, and me. Many chimneys drip soft smoke, slowly floating to the sky, and the perennial floating in the air, the smell of coal mixed with the child. Breeze, I narrowed my eyes and enjoyed the best of the day. That day is no different from any day in the past, like a cup of white water, people feel at ease. That year I was nine years old. Living in a mining area. Everything here is related to coal: air, water, and people. Many men are miners, they work in the dark, dark ground, wearing uniforms that can not be seen in color and helmets with miner’s lamps. They have nice looking laughs, though