雨下着,木梁上的一窝乳燕在叫唤,门口吹进的雨气襄着凉意,身上顿觉清爽多了。刚打下的新走堆满墙角,湿湿的走香盈满陈旧的屋子。父亲常坐的那把竹椅空着,他到隔壁家搓麻将去了。我送他的半包纸烟搁在椅子上,淡淡飘过来的烟气,让我感宽沉默的父亲仍坐在那儿。自家的狗望着水梁上的乳燕,目光怜爱,与人相处久了,狗也通了人性。我忍不住抚摸它光滑的背,叫出它的人名。 Under the rain, a nest on the wooden beam milk swallow called, the entrance of the rain blowing into the cool, the body felt refreshing more. Just lay the new walk full of corner, wet and fragrant filled the old house. The bamboo chair that my father often sat was empty, and he went to the mahjong home next door. I gave him half a pack of cigarettes and put it on a chair, hovering over the flue gas, let me feel wide silent father still sitting there. Own dog looking at the water beam on the milk Yan, eyes and love, people get along for a long time, the dog also through the humanity. I could not help touching his smooth back, calling out its name.