天冷,有风。空中灰蒙蒙的,雨丝在路灯下闪烁着落下,细针般扎人。我下班回家,摩托车半道坏了,电启动打不响。我就用脚踩,平日里三下两下猛踩就响的车,今儿使尽浑身的力气车就是踩不响。十多分钟过去了,我身上汗已大出,只好推车前行。踏板车很重,我努力地将腰弓起才能推得动。雨大了些,我脸上的雨水已往下流。车一辆辆从我身边呼啸而过,行人骑着车缩着脖子,我 Cold weather, windy. Gray sky, rain under the lights flashing falling, fine needle like people. I came home from work, motorcycles halfway is broken, the electric start does not ring. I use the foot, usually twice or twice under the violent car, now make every effort to cover the strength of the car is not on the ring. More than ten minutes have passed, I sweat already big, had to go cart. The scooter is heavy, and I try my best to push my waist up. The rain is bigger, the rain on my face has gone down. A car roared past me, pedestrians rode their necks, me