蓑衣我被雷声炸醒之前,那件破旧的蓑衣在风雨中剧烈地摆动;一顶草帽下的烟火明明灭灭;风将蓑衣如絮的下摆翻卷上去,遮住了一张沧桑褶皱的脸。风雨如骤,披着蓑衣的身影坐在地边的柿子树下,一动不动。雨停歇了,雷声也平静下来。我拧过头去,墙壁上并无挂着的蓑衣。 蓑 clothes Before I was thundered to wake up, that old 蓑 clothes swing violently in the wind and rain; under a straw hat under the fire extinguished; the wind swept the clothes fluttering hem rolled up, covered a vicissitudes of wrinkled face . Storms like a step, dressed in sundial figure sitting in the ground near the persimmon tree, motionless. The rain stopped, thunder calm down. I screwed over, I did not hang the clothes on the wall.