Author(s): LI Xinyong
Pages: 13-22
Year: 2015 Issue:  1
Journal: XUELIAN
Abstract: 海涛出了屋子.潮湿闷热的气息像床破旧的棉胎,立即将他包裹得严严实实.这气息还从鼻孔冲进去,馊抹布一样纠缠肺腑,令人烦躁不安.他扭过脖子,往天上斜了一眼.低矮狂放的黑云,跟一锅粘稠的粥一样,毫无章法地翻滚,一会儿狂草,一会儿太极.海涛闷声闷气自语:“骤雨来敲门了.”