从哈尔滨驱车去牡丹江,一路上小雨时断时续。开始还是一望无际的黑土地,而越往前开,车窗外却已经是山青水绿的另一番景致,烟雨朦胧中,我突然有种时空错乱之感,似乎穿行于梅雨时节的江南了。终于我们抵达了这个有着美丽名字的城市。一个个子不高的中年男子满脸笑容地迎接我,他左手撑着的一把大伞伸过来,为我遮住了头上纷纷坠落的雨滴,我有些感激,却不知道该怎么同他握手——他的右手还拄着一只拐杖。 Drove from Harbin to Mudanjiang, dribbling intermittently along the way. The beginning or the endless black earth, and the more forward, the window is already another mountain landscape, misty, I suddenly have a sense of spatiotemporal confusion, seems to travel through the rainy season of the South. Finally we arrived at this city with a beautiful name. A tall, middle-aged man greets me with a smile, a large umbrella in his left hand stretches over and covers up the raindrops that fall from his head. I am somewhat grateful, but I do not know how to deal with him Shaking hands - his right hand is also a crutch.