江南的天气总是怪怪的,大雨小雨断断续续下了一个星期,午睡起来,深蓝色的窗帘密密地拉着,将整个房间罩在一种颓靡灰暗中。屋檐的瓦隙中坠下的雨滴划过一线美丽的凄凉后,落到木制窗棂上,如同爵士帝王N atking Cde动人无力地重复着“Q uizas,Q uizas……”惆怅的调子自然而然拉开 The weather in the south of the Yangtze River was always weird. Heavy rains and rains continued for a week and a short nap. The navy blue curtains were tightly drawn, and the entire room was covered in a dark grayish shade. The raindrops falling from the eaves of the eaves blew across a beautiful gloom and fell onto a wooden window sill, as if the jazz emperor N atking Cde repeated the “Q uizas, Quizas...”