The first time I saw her, I was taken aback. I have to say, I've never seen anyone like this. She's big, she's perfect.

The shining skin and a pair of watery eyes flickering non-stop make people speechless for a while. You would never have imagined that in this dry and hot city, there would be such a steam-filled creature.

Then I found that her personality was more attractive than her image. It was hearty and welcoming, gentle and generous.

She and her lover blended in with each other, the two were inseparable, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, they could kiss in front of others, but they did not feel that they were imitating foreigners.

The two of them sat side by side, holding hands most of the time, sometimes glancing at each other in a hurry, leaving a happy, imperceptible smile.

In short, she is down-to-earth and generous, and everything is done so naturally. She is just to make people admire or fall in love. Of course, she would be attractive to any man, but she could only be respected, not blasphemed.

As a really good woman, I don't think Hama will have the usual troubles of men and women in her life, but will only be placed there like a glittering object, which makes people feel a kind of willing admiration.

The time of year when the foliage is at its most luxuriant is when the plane trees are at their busiest, and these singers are singing all day long.

There are three kinds of singing that I know of this plane tree, the smallest and the earliest, which is called Ma Ji in the local dialect, and its cry is the same as its name, and its cry is a child's singing, thin and slight.

When you are on three strokes in the sun, you know it

"Great General". It's like a tenor in the singing world. Dressed in black armor, he is the largest and loudest, and can often make people's ears hurt.

When the fiery red sun half sank into the western sky, when the cries of Ma Ji and the general were about to stop, the melodious and tactful song sounded, it was in all colors, draped in a turquoise skirt, and its song was the most rhythmic, almost unconsciously humming a minor key with its song.

This moment is also the most lively time of the day, Ma Ji, the general, in the same way, they play a symphony all the time.

At this moment, our family got up the tables and chairs on the cement yard, under the plane tree, listened to the song, ate dinner, and chatted.

On a hot June afternoon, the whole of the landlord's mansion in Dubraurino was silent.

The workers and the idlers rest in shady places. In the shade of a large willow tree in the front yard, a few dogs lay on their legs, and you can still hear the sound of them sleepily puffing on flies with their beaks.

Even the trees hung down as if they were exhausted. All the windows of the mansion and the lower room were wide open.

The heat of the summer was like a wave of steaming heat, and the soil with short, charred weeds seemed to be on fire.

The air was almost like a golden mist, making it difficult to distinguish things in the distance. The mansion, which had been painted gray and now faded to white, and the small garden in front of it, the birch grove and pond, the village and the wheat fields on the other side of the field separated by a road, all the way to the outskirts of the village, were drowned in dazzling light.

The scent of the flowering linden and the smell of the cattle pen are kneaded together. Not a single breath could be heard, not a single sound was heard.

Only the sound of sharpening knives came from the kitchen, which meant that diced meat and steak must be on the table.

"Being seriously ill is not necessarily incurable. As long as the diagnosis is accurate, the medicine is correct! The diagnosis is the most difficult!" The doctor's eyes never looked at the patient, but looked at Rui Xuan very strongly.

"You just say, Nikolai, who is so famous, has a medical fee of 200 yuan and a car pick-up, but he is not sure about the diagnosis! I dare not say that he is clever, and he is quite accurate!"

"This old gentleman was injured by the Japanese, sir!" Rui Xuan wanted to propose the Japanese to arouse the doctor's righteous indignation, so that he could quickly treat him.

However, Rui Xuan only happened to lead the doctor's words to another way: "Yes! If the Japanese doctors all came to us with the victory, I would have to starve! I have been to Japan, and their medicine is quite developed! This is too worrying!" Jin Sanye spoke in the outhouse: "What kind of tofu do you grind? Don't you cure the disease quickly!" Rui Xuan felt embarrassed, so he had to say with a smile on his face: "He is really in a hurry! Doctor, please come and have a look!" The doctor glared outside, and somehow pulled the jacket that Mr. Qian was covering, and looked at it casually as if he were looking at something that he had no intention of buying.

"How?" asked Rui Xuan eagerly.

"It's nothing! let's get some white medicine first!" the doctor turned to look for the medicine box.

"What?" Rui Xuan asked in surprise,

"White medicine?" The doctor found the medicine box, opened it, and took out a small vial of white medicine.

"If I give it a foreign name and tell you that it is Bayer's special medicine, you will probably feel comfortable! I don't deceive people! I should use Western medicine, I will use Western medicine, I should use Chinese medicine, I will use Chinese medicine, I will use Chinese medicine, I will communicate Chinese and Western medicine, and I will become my own family!"

"Don't you need to listen to the heart?" Rui Xuan saw that he couldn't defeat Baiyao, so he had to hope that the doctor would show some skills that were higher than Baiyao.

"No need! We have good anti-inflammatory medicine, just take a few tablets!" The doctor searched for a few white tablets in the small box again

"Brown Tausir" comes. Under the blazing sun in the middle of the day, all living things seemed to lie down and be silent, except for the cicada.

They were intoxicated by the heat, and they were singing on the mugwort trees on every open slope along the way.

As we walked south, we were met with a headwind, a dry wind that whipped the feathered wormwood tree, and with a strong gust of wind, it blew the tree like a plump of anchovy.

The air was smoky and misty due to heat and dust. The distant mountains are faintly recognizable. Not far from the Nebraska state line, we reached the top of a high ground and saw a large valley of farmland unfolding in front of us.

Throughout the valley, clouds of yellow smoke rose up from the ground of the wilderness. Dry winds sweep across the fields, quickly drying the layers of ploughed or harrowed fields, carrying the surface of the soil into the sky like dust.

Beyond the valley, a hundred miles or so to the south, all the open areas were amid, adding to the already vacated earth of tons and acres, and adding other billowing dust.

We drove into the dry rain on the edge of the great dust storm we first encountered. The wind is coming.

First, a fluttering breeze swept across the beach to the northwest, gently turning up the clothes of the night walkers, and teasing the dead leaves on the road.

There was a slight thud in the wilderness. After a while, the wind was strong, and the sorghum by the roadside swayed wildly, and the dead branches on the trees were broken and fell.

A terrible howl rang out from the far wilderness, and the clouds were lower. Shen Lei seemed to have broken out of the dark clouds, and the clad sounded like an explosion, rolling from the northwest.