下了车,向右拐。蓝底白字的路标写着“白云路”。这曾让我无数地联想起在云端漫步。路的两旁是绚烂的法国梧桐,繁枝绿叶,穿梭着一树的雀跃。而我抬头却只看见一片被梧桐叶切割的斑驳陆离的天空,铅灰色的天空。那时的我,总有一种想哭的感觉。即使行云流水,车水马龙,与我何干?孤独, Get out of the car and turn right. The white road sign reads “Baiyun Road.” This once reminded me of countless walks in the clouds. On both sides of the road is a splendid platanus, twigs of greenery, and the jump of a tree. I only looked up at the variegated sky that was cut by the indus leaves, lead-gray sky. At that time, I always had a feeling of crying. Even if you are busy, how are you doing with me? Alone,