九月里的一天,丈夫开车带我回大安。那天我们起了个大早,却赶上了少有的大雾。出了城,雾越来越浓,根本就看不清稍远一点的树或庄稼,偶尔赶上一个雾团迎面扑在车窗上,一瞬间就没了视线,仿佛突然掉进海里一样。路两侧的农庄还在睡着。除了看见一个蓬着头发的妇女打着哈欠拖着懒散的步子把泔水泼在路边,视线里再没什么景物。雾气加寂静,喧染出一份单调。我们只好减速慢行。 One day in September, her husband drove me back to Daan. That day we got up early, but caught up with rare fog. Out of the city, the fog is getting thicker, simply can not see a little further trees or crops, and occasionally catch up with a fog group flutter on the window, a moment no sight, as if suddenly fell into the sea the same. Farms on both sides of the road are still asleep. In addition to seeing a woman with a hair yawning dragging lazy steps throwing water on the curb, no more sight in the scene. Fog plus silence, rendering a monotonous. We had to slow down.