一是夜,蝉声湿黏,像一道符,粘在她身上,似在咒她,她辗转反侧,想自己大概会死在这个湿热夏天。她有些头晕眼花,躺不住了,挺着大肚子,坐起圆滚滚的身子,穿起那件灰白破旧的外套,慢腾腾地下了那架嘎吱响着的破旧木床。这已是她第五次孕事了,可才二十五岁,接连的生育让她身心交瘁。她推开了门,“吱呀”一声,四周却是空 One night, the cicadas wet sticky, like a symbol, stick in her body, it seems curse her, she was tossing the opposite side, think he probably will die in this hot and humid summer. Some of her dizzy, lying, and pregnant belly, sat chubby body, wearing that gray old coat, slowly under the crunchy shabby wooden bed. This is her fifth pregnancy, but only twenty-five years old, a series of fertility for her body and mind. She pushed open the door, “squeak ” soon, but it was empty around