那一幢孤零零的居民楼,有气无力地靠在小马路边上。暗褐色的墙身,愁眉苦脸地涂满马路上的烟尘,一寸一寸地,都似乎脏得有些怨恨。它身边那些亮闪闪的玻璃大厦不知在哪个夜里突然长高,珠光宝气地昂首挺胸;它缩着身子蹲在众多光鲜的大厦中间,更衬出自己破败的寒酸。7月盛夏,刚刚出梅。这幢居民楼好像还不能适应这突如其来的躁热,在正午一两点钟的太阳下面, That solitary residential building was leaned against the colt’s road. The dark brown wall, grimacing and smearing the dust on the road, appeared to be bitterly dirty. The glittering glass buildings around it suddenly grew taller and darker, holding it high-pitched; it huddled in the midst of numerous glorious buildings, and set off the shabby conditions of its own devastation. In mid-July, it was just plum blossom. This residential building does not seem to be able to adapt to this sudden heat, just below the sun at 12 o’clock noon.