麦收的季节,机器的轰鸣声震颤着我的鼓膜,空气中充斥的闷热压迫着我的神经。考试失利,我有些颓唐地坐在小院里,不知从何处飞来的细碎麦秸迷了我的眼,生疼。阳光炙烤着大地,似乎蒸干了每一滴水分,也蒸干了我对生活的热情。“帮我倒杯水!”一声略带沙哑的喊声从院外传来。奶奶回来了,看起来心情不错。她走近了,身后 Wheat harvest season, the roar of the machine trembling my tympanic membrane, the air full of sultry oppression of my nerves. The exam was defeated, and I was sitting in a dignified and decadent courtyard. I did not know where the broken straw blew my eyes and became a pain. The sun roasted the earth, it seems that every drop of steam evaporated, but also evaporated my passion for life. “Help me pour a glass of water!” A husky shout came from outside the hospital. Grandma came back, looks good mood. She approached, behind