太阳渐渐地沉了下去,钻进了远处青山与白云所编织的睡袋中,长途迁徙的鸟儿也钻入了树林,享受着梦带来的惬意与温馨。我仍然弓起背,立在满是淤泥的农田里,任双脚灌满了铅,以圆规似的双腿支起我疲惫的身躯。虽然像狗一样地喘着气,汗珠一次次地钻出毛孔,又一次次地被汗衫舔干,而我却依旧不停地干着,直到夜色来临…… The sun gradually sank, and entered the sleeping bags knitted by Castle Peak and Baiyun in the distance. Long-distance birds also plunged into the woods to enjoy the comfort and warmth of dreams. I still bowed my back and stood in a muddy farmland, filled with lead on my feet, and lifted my exhausted body with compasses. Although gasping like a dog, sweat beads drilled pores again and again and again and again, I was still sweating, and I continued to dry until the night came...