紧急警报发出后快半点钟了,天空里隐隐约约地响着飞机的声音,街上很静,没有一点亮光。汪文宣从银行铁门前石级上站起来,走到人行道上,夜的寒气却渐渐地透过他那件单薄的夹袍, 他痛苦地吐了一口气。低声对自己说: “我不能再这样做!”“——我在想我跟树生吵架的事。——我想找她回来——” Shortly after the emergency warning was issued, the sound of the aircraft veered in the sky. The street was quiet and there was no light. Wang Wenxuan stood up from the front of the bank’s iron gate and reached the sidewalk. The cold of the night gradually passed through his thin, thin robes. He exhaled in pain. He whispered to himself: “I can’t do this again!” “--I was thinking about my quarrel with the trees. - I want to find her back--”