那一年,我十岁。 住在金殿路斜坡上面一所红瓦屋顶的公寓里。 当时,那一区还没有发展。周围挤挤密密的都是简陋破落的木屋,鸡粪和猪粪恶臭的味儿,终日不识大体地氤氲在空气里。 那一天,炽热的太阳突然翻脸无情地化为天边一头狰狞的恶兽,向大地伸出烙得通红的魔掌。掌风所过之处,都“滋滋滋”地冒着滚烫的烟气,处处涨满了一种近乎沸点、一触便爆的剧热。 正当我们在屋子里被热气熏得坐立难安时,忽然听到救火车那急促非凡的声音由远而近、由近而更 That year, I was ten years old. Living in a red tile roof apartment above the slopes of Golden Temple. At that time, there was no development in that area. Crowded around crowded are shabby wooden hut, chicken manure and pig manure smelly taste, all day long do not know generally 氤 氲 in the air. That day, the hot sun suddenly turned his face turned mercilessly into a deadly beast on the horizon, reaching out to the earth branded red clutches. Where the palm of your hand, all “Zizi Zi” braving the flue gas, everywhere up almost a boiling point, a touch of explosive burst heat. As we were sitting in the house by the steam, we suddenly heard the urgency of the firetruck moving from far to near and from near to far