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当悬挂在天空的硕大火球,终于慵懒地潜进山坳时,栖息于石碑巷,辛劳了一天的邻居们纷纷拿起吊桶,跑向那口冒出丝丝白汽的老井,争先恐后打来冰凉的井水,朝着暑气蒸腾,几乎能将塑料拖鞋融化掉的石板上泼去。地经水浇,暑热顿减。偶尔拂过的几丝晚风,也来得颇识时务。让人意犹未尽的是,那风,轻盈地溜了两圈,
When the gigantic fireball hanging in the sky, finally lazy to crawl into the col, perched in the stele alley, hard day’s neighbors have picked up the bucket, ran to the mouth of the white steaming old wells, scrambling to call Cold well water, steaming towards the heat, almost to the plastic slippers melt off the stone splashed. Ground by water, heat reduction. Occasionally blowing a few breeze, but also quite understand the current affairs. To make people unconfirmed is that the wind, lightly slipped two laps,