昨天晚上,老黄豆站在客厅吟唱了一首诗:赤日炎炎似火烧,野田禾稻半枯焦,农夫心内如汤煮,公子王孙……“把扇摇”这三个字还没有说出口,我冲出卧室大喝了一声:“滚!大半夜哪来的赤日炎炎!”它屁滚尿流地跑了,当时是北京时间一点整,而全家毫无睡意。王笤帚和王笤帚疙瘩在追逐一只蟑螂,赚赚在厨房的垃圾桶里翻东西,宝宝坐在厕所数水管子里滴下来的水,黄豆在唱歌,还有一个寄养在我家的大乖,默默地蹲在卧室 Last night, the old soybeans stood in the living room singing a poem: red hot day like fire, Noda Tian He Ku half anxiety, the farmer heart such as soup cook, princes and grandchildren ... ... “the fan shake” these three words have not Speaking of exit, I rushed out of the bedroom and shouted: “roll! Most of the night where the red sun!” "It ran crooked, Beijing time a little while, and the family did not sleep. Wang broom and king broom bite in the chase of a cockroach, make money in the kitchen trash can turn things, the baby sitting in the toilet several water pipe dripping water, soy singing, there is a large foster home in my house Good, silently squatting in the bedroom