夏日无风的一个夜晚,知了依旧在打着战地叫个不停,闷热如同路灯的影子喑哑在稀疏而斑驳的梧桐叶里。我和夫人晓征拎着自家园子里摘下的水蜜桃,一同去看我们许久未见的画家大朋友施正东先生。刚进青云小区,便见正东先生甩着长袖和两位朋友谈笑风云地准备出门,爽 A windless night in summer, I know the name is still in the name of non-stop battlefield, hot as street shadow mute in the sparse and mottled Indus leaves. Xiaozheng, my wife and I, carrying peaches picked from our own garden together, went to see our great friend Shi Zhengdong, who has not seen us for so long. Just entering the Qingyun district, we can see Mr. Zhengdong tossed his long-sleeved and two friends laughing to prepare to go out, cool