那天我走出小区,忽然听到 风吹树叶的声音。你知道 我说忽然,是因为这个声音不是 很容易辨认,而经常被翻报纸、 搓麻将、数钞票的声音所取代,都 是哗啦啦的。那是一棵年轻的杨 树,光滑的树干一点也不世故,整 个树冠抖动起来,翻着无数叶子 背面的亮白色在大声说:“要下雨 了！”到底年轻,它是出于好心才 告诉人的,因为这点雨对它根本 I walked out of the area that day and suddenly heard the sound of blowing the leaves. You know that I said it suddenly because the sound is not easily recognizable, and that it is often replaced by newspapers, mahjong, and the sound of several banknotes. It was a young poplar tree. The smooth trunk was not so sophisticated. The whole tree crown shook up. The bright white on the back of countless leaves shouted: “It’s going to rain!” In the end, it was young. Well-intentioned to tell people, because this rain is fundamental to it