我已经很久没有像今春这样体验南方的空气,四月暮时分,它仍然冰凉、潮湿,像一把小斧子掠过面颊,领着大片的花粉和阴影往前跑去。空中,乌云时而像一个大的灾难在合围,然后又迟疑地放手了。夜晚能听见火车奔驶在原野上,车厢所负载的是消息,消息,远处和近处的消息,这些消息有着浓烈如原油的色泽,它们不驯从于车厢的形状,像一座座小火山、一只只烟囱探出车顶,沿途喷发 I have not experienced the air of the South for a long time like this spring. It was still cold and damp at the end of April. It was like a small ax passing over my cheek and led the pollen and the shadow of the field running forward. The sky, dark clouds sometimes encircled like a big catastrophe, and then hesitated to let go. Night can hear the train driving in the wilderness, carriage is loaded with the news, news, distance and near the news, the message has a strong, such as crude oil color, they are not tame in the shape of the car, like a small volcano , A chimney stuck to the roof, eruption along the way