南方的朋友讲过这样一个故事。她说,我35岁的时候,考上了一所夜大学。每天下班后,要穿越五条街道去读书。一天傍晚,台风突然来了,暴雨像牛仔的皮带一样宽,翻卷着抽打大地。老师还会不会上课呢?我拿不准。那时,电话还不普及,打探不到确实的消息。考虑了片刻,我穿上雨衣,又撑开一把伞,双重保险,冲出屋门。风雨中,伞立刻被劈开,成了几块碎布。雨衣阴险地背叛了我,涨鼓如帆,拼命要裹挟我去云中。我 Southern friends talked about such a story. She said that when I was 35, I was admitted to a night university. After get off work every day, go through five streets to study. One evening in the evening, a typhoon suddenly came and the torrential rain was as wide as a cowboy’s belt, rolling over and smacking the earth. Will the teacher still attend class? At that time, the phone was not yet popular and could not find any real news. Considered for a moment, I put on a raincoat, but also propped an umbrella, double insurance, out of the house door. The wind and rain, the umbrella was immediately split, became a few rags. Raincoat sinisterly betrayed me, up drums, desperately to coerce me to the clouds. I