还未到六月,天已燥热起来。中午下班,骄阳似火,早晨还觉得清爽的制服这会儿贴在身上,好像突然增厚了几层。从单位到家,熟悉的路线已没什么风景,再拐一个弯,一片翠绿忽然撞进视线,原来在那家破旧的早点铺墙角停着一辆农用三轮车,车上满是圆滚滚的西瓜,那鲜嫩欲滴的翠色一下赶走了我满心的焦渴与疲惫,我立刻停下了自行车。 It is not yet June, it’s hot and dry. Noon get off work, the sun seems like fire, the morning still feel fresh uniform at the moment attached to the body, as if suddenly thickening a few layers. From unit to home, the familiar route has no scenery, then turn a corner, a green suddenly bump into the line of sight, the original corner of the shop in the dilapidated parked a farm tricycle, the car is full of round watermelon, fresh and tender Drop of Cuise color off my full of anxiety and exhaustion, I immediately stopped the bike.