我在宾馆的客房里凭窗而立。城市上空彤云密布,暴雨如注。雨水拍打着金属窗帘架,哗啦作响。硕大的雨点顺着玻璃窗流淌。乌亮的柏油路面闪耀着五颜六色的汽车。热血革命家昏暗的石雕群像点缀着市中心广场。雨已经连下两天了。据预报,未来一周还将阴雨连绵。我在这个城市里度过了自己的青少年时代。这一周,我打算用于回忆我的过去,在城里走走。我离开这里已近15年了。离开时,我并不感到后悔。但当火车将我拉到莫斯科5年之后,无尽 I am standing in the guest room with windows. Overcast clouds over the city, stormy note. Rain patted the metal curtain frame, crashing. Giant rain drips down the window. Black shiny asphalt pavement sparkles with colorful cars. Dark, revolutionary revolutionary group of stone statue dotted downtown square. Rain has been linked to the next two days. According to the forecast, the rainy season will continue in the coming week. I spent my teen years in this city. This week, I plan to recall my past and walk around the city. I’ve been here for almost 15 years. When leaving, I do not feel regret. But when the train pulled me to Moscow five years later, endless