在一棵古槐树下,他坐在一个黑不溜秋的大肚摇烧铅罐前,右手摇动着圆形把手,铅罐就不紧不慢地转动着,里面装盛的苞米吱啦吱啦翻滚着,左手拉动着风箱,时而拿起小铁锨往罐下炉子里添点碳。这时的阳光虽然没有先前强烈,可也时不时透过槐树叶洒下星星点点的燥热,映在他的脸上,使他黝黑发亮的脸愈加彰显出迷人的魅力。不到十分钟,他站起身,边拿起 In an ancient acacia tree, he sat in a black not slippery belly shake the lead cans, the right hand shaking the round handle, the lead cans rolling slowly, which filled with corn filled creak creak roll With his left hand pulling the bellows, and sometimes picked up a small iron smelt pot to add a little carbon stove. Although the sun was not strong at this time, it could occasionally shed light and scattered heat on the leaves of locust trees, making it more attractive to his dark, shiny face. Within ten minutes, he stood up and picked it up