龙头文/蒋佳珈大旱,已经有四个多月没有看见一滴雨了。眼看着土地的龟裂纹一道道增加,每个人的脸上都压着层层的乌云。这一天,我把自己关在小书房里,翻箱倒柜地去寻找爷爷的爷爷的爷爷留下来的魔法书。哈哈,功夫不负有心人,我终于在一个尘封已久的纸皮箱里找到了一本褐色封皮书。这本线装书看来年代久远,残损不堪。如果不是封面上那几个被虫子蛀咬得只能隐约辨认出来的“魔法”两字,我才不会去看它一眼呢!我如获至宝地翻看着。忽地,眼前金光一闪,一行银锈色 Leading text / Jiang Jiajia drought, it has been more than four months did not see a drop of rain. Seeing the cracks in the land of a road to increase, everyone’s face is pressing layers of dark clouds. On this day, I shut myself up in a small study room and went to the magical book that my grandfather’s grandfather left behind. Haha, hard work pays off, I finally found a brown envelope in a dusty cardboard box. It seems old-fashioned this book, damaged. If it is not on the cover of the few insects bite can only vaguely identify the “magic ” word, I will not look at it! Suddenly, in front of a golden flash, his party silver rust