那年夏天,天气似乎特别热,又闷又湿,蝉在树上拼命地叫,仿佛世界末日一般。天上没有一丝云彩,空气中涌动着热浪,一波一波,只觉得人都站立不稳,心里燥得发慌。没多大工夫,额头上便会渗出一层细密的小汗珠。学校一放假,她就收拾了简单的行装,立刻踏上了一辆绿色的铁皮火车,奔赴远在千里之外的一个海边小镇,那里有她的外婆在等她。火车晃晃悠悠的,她买到的又是站票,站在过道里,忍受着来来往往的旅客,看着三毛的散文,她 That summer, the weather seemed particularly hot, stuffy and wet, cicadas desperately called on the tree, as if the end of the world in general. No trace of clouds in the sky, surging in the air with heat waves, waves, I just feel that people are standing firm, my heart was too dry. Not much work, the forehead will leaking a layer of small beads of fine sweat. As soon as the school was on holiday, she packed up her simple luggage and immediately set foot on a green tin train to a seaside town thousands of miles away, where her grandmother was waiting for her. Train swaying, she bought tickets again, standing in the aisle, endure the coming and going of tourists, watching San Mao’s prose, she