我讨厌东京六、七月的梅雨天,淅淅沥沥没完没了地下个不停。阴霾里夹带着一阵阵的寒气,弄得人心里七上八下的,一种说不出来的忧郁,窗外还不时地传来乌鸦的叫声,好大的乌鸦呀,在中国时我好像没见过有这么大的乌鸦。在家里我不知道干什么好,下楼去自动贩卖机买了包烟,往回走时听 I hate the rainy days in Tokyo in June or July. In the haze, there was a chilly air, which made people’s hearts go up and down, a kind of indescribable melancholy. From time to time the crows’ cries came from outside the window. The big crows, I didn’t seem to see them in China. There is such a big crow. I don’t know what to do at home. I went downstairs and went to a vending machine to buy a pack of cigarettes. When I was walking back, I listened.