天空被夕阳染成了红色,那是血一般的颜色。一个穿着军大衣的老人在夕阳下艰难地前行,身后的影子被拉得老长。“呼——呼——”一声比一声长的喘气声从斜坡上传来。他身体前倾,脖子伸到不能再长,像一头奋力耕耘的老黄牛。低下的头偶尔抬起,你会看到一张沟壑纵横的脸,脸上黄一块、白一块、黑一块的,几缕湿答答的花白头发搭在脑门上。他的身子不停地左拧右扭,见车子实在不往前挪才停下,拉下肩上的带子,放下车把,把车子固定 The sky was dyed red sunset, it is blood-like color. An elderly man in a military coat traveled hard under the sunset with the shadow behind him. “Call - call - ” soon as soon as the sound from the slopes up. He leans forward, his neck stretched to no longer grow, like a hard-working old ox. Occasionally lift the low head, you will see a gully vertical and horizontal face, a yellow face, white, black piece, wisp of wisp of gray hair resting on the forehead. His body kept unscrewing left and right twist, see the car really did not move before stopping, pull down the shoulder strap, put down the handlebar, the car fixed