乌云麋集在半空,后山飘起一阵烟。阿秋从窗口望出去,嗅到一股潮湿味。和这个季节一样,这股潮湿味浸透了空气,钻进墙壁中。阿秋的鼻头翕动了一下,又一下,他还闻到更远处山林起火的烧焦味。白色浓烟与雾气混在一起,没有风,天色渐暗。顷刻,阿秋就听见雨沙沙地下起来。雨势骤时变大,后山的烟晃一下,熄灭了,这让他感到兴奋。他的手扣在窗沿上,窄窄一道窗沿,灰尘印在他手上。阿秋双脚立在茶几上,茶几靠着客厅的北墙, Dark clouds moose set in mid-air, the mountain Pianqi a burst of smoke. Ah Qiu looked out the window, smelling a damp flavor. Like this season, the moist smell soaked the air, drilling into the wall. A Qiu's nose prank a bit, another moment, he also smell the more burning fire burning forest flavor. White smoke and mist mixed together, there is no wind, the sky faded. Suddenly, Ah Qiu heard the rain and sand ground up. Sudden changes in the rain become larger, the smoke behind the mountain shake, extinguished, which made him feel excited. His hand was fastened to the window, narrowing a window, and dust was on his hand. Akutu feet stand on the coffee table, coffee table leaning against the north wall of the living room,