第二次见到落雪是在南方小城里一条古老的青石板街上,晌午落了一场雨,这会子倒是又晴开了,阳光刺破厚重的云层,似乎是不甘心被暮色夺了光彩;冬日的暮光,似乎是没有温度的,湿漉漉的青石板上苔藓肆无忌惮的生长着,这里似乎是这座南方小城里一处不会被提起的记忆。我看见落雪的时候,她蹲在街道旁伸手去摸一只猫,那是一只黑色的猫,有着四只白色的爪子,她伸手去摸猫的脑袋,猫伸出一只白白的爪子挠她摸它脑袋的手。此刻的南方小城暮色正浓,青石板街泛着熠熠的光,暮光里一个女子和一 The second time I saw snow falling on an ancient Qing Shiban street in a small town in the south, it rained at noon, and it turned out to be clear again. The sun pierced the heavy clouds and appeared to be unwilling to be dusk. The twilight in winter seems to be without temperature. The moss on the wet bluestone grows implacably, a memory that will not be lifted in this small southern town. When I saw the snow falling, she crouched down the street to reach out and touch a cat, a black cat with four white paws, her hand reaching for the cat’s head and the cat reaching for a white paw scratch She touched the hand of her head. At the moment the southern town twilight is thick, glittering stone street Qingban, Twilight in a woman and a