9月18日晴凄风。苦雨。天昏。地暗。一切都是这么寂寥,了无生机。寒风吹打在我的脸上。啪嗒的雨珠流进了眼睛里。我只得眯起眼睛,快速地走向站台。沉浸在思绪中的我,却没料到自己已经走过了站台,只得询问路人。我走向了一位老奶奶,这位老奶奶着一件红色棉袄,走起来的步伐缓缓地,却不踌躇,很坚定,想必一定能给我很好的指示。“奶奶,你知道车站怎么走吗?”我极力克制住自己心里的郁闷。“啊,往前走,过了红绿灯,就能看到了。”老人的话,听起来十分好听,标致且极 September 18 sunny style. Bitter rain. Dusk. Dark ground. Everything is so lonely, lifeless. Cold wind blowing in my face. Fluttering raindrops flow into the eyes. I had to narrow my eyes and walk quickly to the platform. Immersed in my thoughts, I did not realize I had walked through the platform, had to ask passers-by. I went to an old grandmother, the grandmother with a red jacket, walked slowly, without hesitation, very firm, must have given me good instructions. “Grandma, do you know how to get to the station?” “I strongly restrained my heart depressed. ”Ah, go forward, after the traffic lights, you can see. " The elderly, it sounds very nice, Peugeot and very