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。周遭挤挤密密的都是简陋破落的木屋，鸡粪和猪粪恶臭的味儿，终日不识大体地氯氟在空气里。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? 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. Surrounded by crowded crowded are humble wooden hut, chicken manure and pig manure odor, the general did not know chlorofluorocarbon 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. Own the wind?