等到海滩上的最后一个人离开的时候,我感到了一种如释重负的无聊。那个人在那儿趴了一个下午,整个身子晒成了熟透的大虾,他一直躺在那儿,有平坦的小腹,小腿的弧线也很优美,有时候翻个身,并没有在看书。他的侧面有点像他,那个时候,我们整晚整晚在海边这样趴着,就像时间不存在一样。这不是度假的季节,没有什么游客,海水的温度显得有点冰冷,但在海滩上躺着的时候,还是暖烘烘的,让人昏昏欲睡。我一直坐在那儿。边桌上放着一本书,我看了几页,文字很干涩,就索性放在那儿不再动了。提不起劲来,浑身恹恹的,那张椅子上的那个男人也 When the last person on the beach left, I felt a relief boring. The man was lying there for an afternoon there, the whole body sunning into a ripe prawn, and he lay there all the time, with a flat belly, an arc of the lower leg that was beautiful, sometimes turned over, and was not reading. His side a bit like him, at that time, we all night all night at the beach so tummy, as time does not exist the same. This is not a holiday season, there is no tourists, the sea temperature seems a bit cold, but when lying on the beach, or warm, drowsy. I’ve been sitting there There was a book on the table, I read a few pages, the text was very dry, and simply left there no longer. Unable to mention, wholehearted, the man on that chair also