又是一个雨夜,雨线密密地交织着。在洛杉矶唐人街的转角,一个路灯的下面,有一个公共汽车站。而不久前从中国上海飞来留学的我,一个人,在这里,撑着伞。凄冷的雨夜,再加上孤零零的,就更加觉出雨夜的凄凉、冷漠。雨越下越大,我的心也好像注满了这雨水,越发地沉重了。车子就是迟迟不见。焦急的等待中,糟糕的天气下,心情变得很坏。“嗒、嗒、嗒、嗒……”忽然一阵急促的声音从身后传来。我转身一看,我的身边已多了一个等车的黄肤色女孩。她可能也是刚来美国的中国女孩,上身一件白色的衬衫,下身一条黑色的短裙。在夜色的掩映下,黑与白在黄色肌肤间显得更加 Another rainy night, rain lines intertwined closely. At the corner of Los Angeles Chinatown, below a streetlight, there is a bus stop. And not long ago I flew to study in Shanghai, China, a person, here, with umbrellas. Cold rainy night, coupled with solitary, more aware of the bleak night of rain, indifference. The rain grew bigger and bigger, my heart seems to fill the rain, more and more heavy. The car is still not seen. Anxiously waiting, in bad weather, the mood becomes very bad. “嗒, 嗒, 嗒, 嗒 ...” Suddenly a burst of rapid sound came from behind. I turned around and I had a yellow girl waiting for the bus. She may also be a Chinese girl who just came to the United States, wearing a white shirt and a black skirt. Under the shade of the night, black and white appear more in the yellow skin