正是8月初热死人的天气。田埂上原本乌亮潮润的田泥早已被晒得焦硬发白,一脚踩上去,就像踩在河滩边那一颗颗硬邦邦的河卵石上,硌得脚生疼。田蓝提着一只装满饭菜的竹篮子,头扣一顶汗渍斑斑、早已辨不出颜色的破草帽,眯着眼走在白晃晃地反着太阳光的田埂上,她是赶着去给正在田头忙活的爹娘送饭呢。 It is the hot dead weather in early August. Tian 埂 originally Wu Liang Chao Run Tian mud has long been Tan Yan coke hard white, step on the foot, like stepping on the edge of the river beach that stiff stiff river pebbles, 硌 foot pain. Tian Lan carrying a bamboo basket filled with food, head buckle a sweat stain, has long been unable to distinguish the color of broken straw hat, squinting walk in the white staggered against the sunshine Tian Kui, she is rushing to give Field busy father and mother to send it.