晨起,小雨刚停,天边,泛起淡淡的鱼肚白,道路两旁的树木被披上露衣,闪烁着晶莹的亮光。初晓的公交车沉寂安静,似只能听到时间流逝。突然,一阵刺耳的刹车声响起,我反应不及,一个趔趄就朝着地上敞开我的怀抱。这时,你用那宽厚有力的手,一把拉住了我。那是怎样的一只手啊!岁月在他的手上留下了深浅不一的痕迹,黝黑而又粗 Early morning, the light rain just stopped, the horizon, a touch of white pale, the trees on both sides of the road are covered with a coat, flashing crystal light. The dawn of the bus quiet quiet, it seems only to hear the passage of time. Suddenly, a burst of harsh brakes sounded, I did not respond, a wandering open my arms toward the ground. At this moment, you held me with a generous hand. What kind of a hand that is! Years of years left a trace of shades in his hand, dark and thick