小镇是沉闷和苍凉的,它的街道阴冷而潮湿。寒风卷着淅淅沥沥的小雨,落在马路两侧的树冠上。水珠从树叶上滑落,轻得有些颤抖。树叶上布满陈年的煤灰,远远看去,比冬天本身还要忧郁。我每天去工厂劳动,都要从镇中心那座颓败的桥上经过。被寒冷冻僵的耳朵和手指丑陋不堪。我干活的厂房紧靠小镇的东侧,是由一个废弃的粮站改造而成的。 The town is boring and desolate, its streets are cold and damp. Cold wind rolling patter of light rain, falling on the road on both sides of the canopy. The drops of water slipped from the leaves and shuddered slightly. Leaves covered with aged coal ash, looked far, but also more melancholy than the winter itself. Every day I go to work in the factory, I must pass from the decadent bridge in the town center. Frosty ears and fingers were ugly. The factory that I work in is close to the east side of the town, transformed from an abandoned grain station.