烈日当空,阿妮娅站在柏油地面上观察自己的小影子。“真有意思,影子是用什么做的呢?”小姑娘自言自语。她蹲下身,用手指碰碰影子。“是热的,”她喃喃道,“还挺粗糙,就和地面一样,又好像什么都没有……不对,我才不傻,我知道这影子是从我身上来的,我能用眼睛看见,就说明它是有的。我只是不明白,它是用什么做的,我摸它的时候又不像是它。这是怎么一回事?应该去问问廖沙。” The hot sun is empty, Aniya stood on the ground watching his own little shadow. “Really interesting, the shadow is what to do? ” The girl whispered. She crouched and touched the shadow with her finger. “It’s hot,” she muttered. “Pretty rough, just like the ground, and it looks like nothing ... I’m not stupid, I know it’s coming from me and I It can be seen with the eyes, it shows that it is there, I just do not understand what it does, and when I touch it, it does not look like it. ”