“马来亚春色,绿野景致艳雅,椰树影衬住那海角如画。花径那风送叶声,夕阳斜挂,你看看那,那艳侣双双花荫下……”黄昏时分,天边滚着大朵的金边芙蓉,卧在乌青的海平面上。暑浪蒸了一整天,三轮车的遮阳伞柄还有些发烫,周劭云坐在车中,像窝在半湿的棉花堆里。慢慢悠悠的甜酸小调唱个不休,把南洋风情水一样洒了一路,却不见半分凉润,如美人梦中“咻咻”吹气,全成了泼在火上的油。 “Malayan spring, green and elegant Yan Ya, coconut trees lining that Cape picturesque. Flower diameter wind leaves, the sun hanging, you see that, both the shade of the couple ... ... ”At dusk, the fringe of Phnom Penh, rolling over the sky, lying on the sea level black and blue. Summer Wave steaming all day, the tricycle sunshade handle still some hot, Zhou Yun sitting in the car, like a nest in the semi-wet cotton heap. Slowly sounded in the sweet and sour tunes, the same style of the Nanyang water spilled all the way, but did not see half a cool, such as the dream of the United States “咻 咻 ” air, all into a splash on the fire of oil.