所有的事情都有一个结局。——题记说要去的时候,天下雨了。冬春之交的蒙蒙雨,虽不大,还是给干燥的冬注进了一点潮湿。太阳好像被云绊住了脚步,拉扯着,交错着,难分难舍。我的离开已注定看不见这令我痴迷而又厌恶的城市里太阳的再次升起和黑暗之中的早班车。在欲走欲留之际,抬头迈步踏上了这趟北去的列车。再见,城!再见,家乡! All things have an ending. - When the inscription stated that it was time to go, it was raining. The monsoon rain at the turn of the winter and spring, though not large, gave a little dampness to the dry winter injection. The sun seems to have been caught in the clouds, pulled, staggered, hard to distinguish. My departure is doomed to fail to see the early rise of the sun and the darkness in the darkness of the city that obsessed and disgusted me. While trying to leave, he took a step up and set foot on the train to go north. Goodbye, City! Goodbye, hometown!