雨后的小城宁静而清新。 伟揉了揉酸涩的眼睛，下了车。 伟习惯性地把黑皮包往腋下掖了掖，走向亮晶晶的街道。 羊齿花边的太阳伞优雅地撑开了湿热的夏。伟看了看自己身上的厚制服，自嘲地笑了。在那个偏远的小镇过了一个月的伟，觉得自己快要变成那乡人了，整天像个老农一样掘 The town after the rain is quiet and fresh. Wei rubbed sour eyes, got out of the car. Wei habitually put the black bag to the armpit tucked, glittering streets. Fern lace parasol elegant propped up hot and humid summer. Wei looked at his thick uniform, laughing at himself. In that remote town after a month of Wei, I feel like I’m going to become that countryman, all day long as a veteran