一太阳出来得不晚，懒洋洋地没一点儿劲，勉勉强强射出的光惨白惨白的，好象少了些色素。白河边的森林里安安静静，没有一点儿声响。整个上午都那么寂静无声。到了下午，最不期望的马蹄声忽然响起，敲击着王慈民的神经。他回头看一眼张麦糠、杨全贵，两人正在细心地给躺在独轮 A sun came out late, lazily a bit hard, barely out of the pale white, as if less pigment. White River in the forest quiet, no sound. It was silent all morning. In the afternoon, the most unexpected hoofs sounded suddenly, knocking on the nerve of Wang Tik-min. He looked back at Zhang Mai chaff, Yang Quangui, two people are carefully lying to unicycle