老公公很胖。清晨六点,游泳池里空无一人,有一位老公公,放松自己平躺着,水面上浮着个白皑皑的大肚皮。我从他身边经过,一路分波逐浪,老公公岿然不动,大肚皮在水波上微微晃荡。我无端想,乞利马扎罗山上的雪呀,“扑嗤”一声笑出来。最怕老、怕到宁死不屈的海明威,如果知道我如此曲解他的书,大概在坟墓里也要气得翻个身。 My husband is fat. Six o’clock in the morning, the pool was empty, a husband and wife, relax yourself flat lay, floating on the water with a white big belly. I passed by him, all the way waves waved, her husband was not moving, big belly sloshing in the waves. I thoughtlessly, the snow on the mountain Kilimanjaro ah, “Puchi ” laugh out loud. Most afraid of the old, afraid to die rather Hemingway, if I know so misleading his book, probably in the tomb also angry over a body.