每次在报纸上读到新闻记者的访问,十分之九总是说:“在细雨蒙蒙中驱车到××处。”我总觉得不会有那样凑巧,偏偏在访问时候下雨。今天我去访问伤兵,就真的遇到这样天气:满天低垂着湿润欲滴的云,时时像是忍着眼泪的样子,竟或有一阵雨丝,追着飒飒的秋风扑上你的脸,但立刻又戛然停止,像不屑哭泣似的。江水和天空像是一双愁容相对的朋友,带着沉痛的忧郁和暗淡无光的灰色;横卧在江天之间的绿洲,也觉得很无味,收去了它的颜色。 Every time I read a journalist’s interview in a newspaper, nine out of ten always said: “I drove to the XX office in the drizzling rain.” I always felt that I would not have been so lucky to rain when visiting . Today, I went to visit the wounded soldiers, and I really met such a weather: the sky was dripping with a cloud of moist and dripping, it always seemed to endure the look of tears, or there was a shower of rain, chasing the rustling autumn wind to flutter your Face, but then stopped short, like dislike crying. Jiang Shui and the sky like a pair of relatives friend, with gloomy melancholy and dull gray; lying in the oasis between Jiang Tian, ​​also feel very tasteless, take away its color.