天上下着雨,但不大,淅淅沥沥地落在行人道上,也有几滴挂在我的嘴边。我尝了一下,酸酸的,涩涩的,有点像青梅的味道。但又不止渴生津,酒楼右边停着两三辆打着空车标号的出租车,大有守株待兔的味道。 “先生,你去哪里?” The sky was raining, but not large, falling all the way on the pavement, with a few drops hanging on my lips. I tasted a bit, sour, Sese, somewhat like the taste of plum. But more than thirst for Sheng Jin, the right side of the restaurant parked two or three taxi marked the empty car, a lot of sit back and wait the taste. “Sir, where are you going? ”