压倒骆驼的最后一根稻草,差一点就是那场铺天盖地的大雪。那场雪,不早不晚,就在他走出单位大门,骑上摩托车往朋友家赶的时候下起来的。起先是那种小雪粒,落到他的头上肩上,簌簌有声,有一些调皮,从他的头发上跳下来,顺着他的领口就往里钻,凉冰冰的,挠得他心头一阵阵痒。他没像其他路人那样缩脖子驮背急吼吼地前行,他行得像个绅士,一任漫天的雪花飘白他的头发,他的肩头,他的 The last straw that overwhelmed the camel was almost the overcast snow. That snow, not too late, just as he stepped out of the unit door and rode a motorcycle to his friends’ home. At first it was the kind of snow grain that fell on his shoulders, sizzling, naughty, jumped from his hair, drilled down his neckline, freezing and scratching his heart Itching waves. He did not, like other passers-by, shouted his head and shouted forwards. He behaved like a gentleman, rented sky-wide snowflakes, his hair, his shoulders, his