雨滴钻进沙漠里就再没出来过。铅色的低云下,沙漠由耀眼的白色变为明黄,好像穿了一件新衣裳。雨在沙漠上一个脚印也没留下,没有滴痕,没有水洼,雨水没了。不一会,雨停了,太阳出来,空气立刻蒸发一股潮湿气味。太阳如同开了一个玩笑,拉开铅云的门帘对人们笑,好像在沙漠下雨是个笑话。这个地方叫勃隆克,是沙漠而不是沙地。我自己觉得,草原被耕种、被开垦、被采掘造成的 The rain drifted into the desert never came out again. Low lead clouds, the desert from bright white to light yellow, as if wearing a new clothes. Rain in the desert did not leave a footprints, no drip marks, no puddles, rain gone. A short while, the rain stopped, the sun came out, the air instantly evaporated a damp smell. As the sun opened a joke, pull the curtains of lead clouds laugh at people, it seems like a joke in the desert rains. This place is called Bronx, desert rather than sand. In my own opinion, grasslands are cultivated, reclaimed, and mined