一刚子目测地上自己的影子,估计和本人一样高,不,一样长。影子总是扁扁的,有时躺在地上,有时站在墙上。影子是有心情的,有时欢悦,跳来跳去,但大多数时候它是郁闷的,像老乌鸦,慢吞吞的。此时刚子似乎不想那只老乌鸦被打扰,他闭上嘴巴。一团呜咽声被阻在他瘦小的胸腔里。一只细长的蚊子跟着刚子飞了一阵,又索然离开。不知什么原因,蚊子不大喜欢这个孩子身上散发出的气息。不是说刚子的体味不好,刚子是个爱干净的孩子,只要淌汗,就要洗一把,但他身上确实有一种让人说不清的气息,这种气息使刚子显得阴沉。他的三个妹妹都不喜欢这种气息。 A subjective vision of their own shadow, it is estimated as high as myself, no, as long. The shadow is always flat, sometimes lying on the ground, sometimes standing on the wall. The shadow is moody, sometimes joyous, hopping, but most of the time it is depressing, like an old crow, slow. At this moment, the boy did not seem to want the old crow to be disturbed. He closed his mouth. A whimper was blocked in his thin chest. A slender mosquito flew for a while just afterwards, and ran away. For some reason, mosquitoes do not like the breath of the child. Not to say that just son of bad taste, just son is a clean child, as long as the sweat, we should wash, but he does have a kind of people can not tell the atmosphere, this atmosphere makes the son looked gloomy. None of his three sisters likes this smell.