天空像一幅褪色不匀的灰布,浮云淡一块,浓一块。屋里潮乎乎的,窗户玻璃上蒙着一层朦胧的雾。 我放下碗筷,点燃一支烟,“咝咝”地吸了几口,随即迈着沉重的脚步,匆匆地朝湖边那片柳林走去。妻子追上来,递给我一把伞。 “你这是去哪儿?” “唉,心烦,随便走走。” “还是找你的几个老同学想想办法 The sky looks like a faded gray cloth, floating clouds a piece, a thick one. Tide in the room, the window glass covered with a misty fog. I lay down the tableware, light a cigarette, and suck a few times in the grubby. Then I took a heavy step and hurried toward the lakeside Liulin. My wife caught up and handed me an umbrella. “Where are you going?” “Oh, upset, walked casually.” "Still looking for some of your old classmates to think of ways