女人倚在窗子边,朝对面望去。风微微地从河边吹来,感觉和平常没什么不一样。她住在顶楼的倒数第二层,街道在远远的下面,就连马路上来来往往的车辆的噪音也很少传到这里。就在女人准备从窗边转身离开的时候,她突然发现,对面那个老人房间里的灯不知道什么时候已经打开了。天色还不晚,外面还很亮,老人房间里的灯光并不明显,那种感觉就好像太阳底下开着的街灯,又像是灯火通明的教 The woman leaned against the window and looked opposite. Wind blowing from the river slightly, feeling no different from usual. She lives on the bottom second floor of the top floor, far below the street, and even the noise of vehicles coming and going on the streets rarely arrives here. As soon as the woman was about to turn away from the window, she suddenly found out that the light in the old man’s room across from it had no idea when it had been opened. The sky is not too late, the outside is still very bright, the light in the elderly room is not obvious, the feeling is like the sun lamp driving under the street, like a brightly lit teaching