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一围墙边的树是翠绿的,像卖糖人的小贩撑开的油布伞。五月天里此起彼伏的蝉声就从那些裂纹般的叶缝中挤出来,径直闯进俞梨的耳朵里。她皱了皱眉,感觉背上贴着书包的部分快要烧起来了。前面不远处墙脚爬满青苔的瓦灰色围墙里头就是家了,她抹了把布满细密汗珠的额头,反过手去扯住了书包带,开始小跑起来,墨黑的马尾有节奏地摇摆,最后消失在一片灰绿瓦青之中。一进堂屋,就闻到一股子强烈的烟味,其中还夹杂着一丝新鲜的火药味。俞卫军横躺在沙发上,侧着身,一手夹着烟,一手握着遥控器不停地换台。
A walled tree is green, like a parachute umbrella that sells candy merchants. The cicadas, one after another in May, were squeezed out of crack-cracked leaves and broke straight into Yu’s ears. She frowned, feeling part of the back of the bag close to burning up. Not far in front of the mound covered with gray walls inside the wall is home, and she wiped the forehead covered with delicate sweat, and hand to pull the bag with the tape, began to trot, black horsetail rhythmically swinging, Finally disappeared in a gray green tile. Into the hall house, they smell a strong smell of smoke, which is also mixed with a hint of fresh gunpowder. Yu Weijun lying on the sofa, side to side, holding a cigarette in one hand and hold the remote control constantly changing station.