许多年前,我记得那是一个炎热的夏日,妈妈推着吱吱作响的自行车在被晒得滚烫的沙道上缓缓行进,我跟在后面,手执一根柳条,踢踢踏踏得走着,时不时观察道边树下有无肥胖的蚂蚱。偶尔,身边会有一辆汽车急驰而过,扬起一阵沙尘,迷得我们睁不开眼。 Many years ago, I remember it was a hot summer day, my mother pushed slowly along the sun-drenched sand dune with a creaking bicycle, and I was behind, holding a wicker and kicking Have to walk, from time to time to observe the roadside tree without fat grasshopper. Occasionally, there will be a car around gallop, raised a burst of dust, fans can not open our eyes.