新加坡的7月是雨的季节,绵绵的雨忧郁地下着,不大不小,刚好把这座城市笼罩在朦胧的雨雾中。我走在用来避雨的长亭里,嗅着空气中若有若无的泥土的气息。身后忽然传来自行车的声音,车轮与红色的方格地砖相碰撞,发出“咯咯”的声音。一个中年男人正推着自行车慢悠悠地走着,车的前座上坐着一个四五岁的男孩;后座上还有一个小女孩,六七岁的模样,正是充满好奇的年龄,穿着花裙子,左顾右盼,很是可爱。长亭的尽头是一段向上的台阶,男人不再推车,大概是想把自行车搬上去吧。果然,那位父亲对 Singapore’s July is the season of rain, and the rain is sober and melancholy. It is just like this, and it just shrouds the city in the haze of rain. I walked in a long kiosk used to shelter from the rain and sniffed the breath of earth in the air. Suddenly there came the sound of a bicycle, and the wheels collided with the red square tiles, giving a “grilling” sound. A middle-aged man is walking slowly and pushing a bicycle. A four-year-old boy is sitting in the front seat of the car. There is a little girl in the back seat. He is six or seven years old. He is a curious age and wears flowers. Skirt, look around, it is cute. At the end of the long pavilion is an upward step. The man is no longer pushing the cart. He probably wants to move the bicycle up. Sure enough, that father is right