天又没下雪,但我的心怎么也暖和不起来。路灯又昏又暗,街旁的桂树早已花谢。我的脚像灌了铅,回家大约1里的路程,我的自行车不知蹬了多久。我不是会思想的苇草,我的大脑已经短路,就像迷路的小孩仓皇失措地站在十字街口。我甚至有些不敢回 It didn’t snow again, but my heart couldn’t get warmer. The street lights were faint and dark, and the laurel trees on the street had already given thanks. My feet were filled with lead, and I returned home about 1 mile away. My bicycle did not know how long it was. I am not thinking of scribble. My brain is short-circuited, like a lost child standing at a crossroads in a sulky manner. I didn’t even dare to go back