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绿皮火车穿破了三个白天两个黑夜,我出了站台,飘渺的雨点打在我脸上,星星点点的凉渗入到皮肤里。我燃支烟,吐条雾,环视着潮湿的城市,陌生的雨。按照我的感觉,穿破几百米沥沥的雨,走进了“雨中情”宾馆。冰凉的粉色地砖,金黄色带寒的房卡,暮色般惆怅的地毯……唯独,那个“雨”字是暖的。烟粘在唇间,青色的烟气划过我的眼皮,在我的头顶散啊散……五楼的窗外,烟雨蒙蒙中的车子毕竟是凉的,那些个依然婆娑的女人也曾入过心。
Green train pierced three days and two nights, I was out of the platform, misty rain hit my face, little bit of cool infiltration into the skin. I burn cigarettes, spit tobacco, looking around the wet city, strange rain. According to my feeling, a few hundred meters through the leaking rain, into the “rain” Hotel. Cold pink floor tiles, golden yellow cold room card, twilight melancholy carpet ... ... alone, that “rain ” is warm. Cigarette stick in the lip, the blue smoke across my eyelids, scattered in my head scattered ... ... Fifth Floor windows, Amidst the cars in the car after all, is cool, those who still whirling women have also been included heart.