一早出门,倒吸了一口冷气。天像被刷出来的脸谱,又干又硬,白得没有一丝血色。走在长长的巷子里,两旁破旧的矮墙露出的砖块,就像它们露出了红色的牙齿在嘲笑我,连墙里探出的枯树枝也来看我的笑话。 Early in the morning, he took a sniff. The mask from which the sky was brushed out was dry and hard, and the white was not a trace of blood. Walking in the long alleys, the bricks on both sides of the shabby low wall looked like they had red teeth and laughed at me. Even the dead branches of the wall came to see my jokes.