一傍晚时分,阴沉了一个下午的天空开始飘下星星点点的雪粒。细小如米,颜色偏于灰暗,学名叫“霰”的那种。这是雪的序曲。此时,北风斜得正紧,挟卷着雪粒,打在人的脸上,冷痛得发涩。街上的行人,缩着脖子,急惶惶地走。地上的雪粒被风戏弄着,忽东忽西,摇摆不定。今晚,是我们78级高中同学聚会的日子。我穿了羽绒服,从家里走出来,脚下的雪粒沙沙作响。我拦了一辆出租车,向“好再来”酒店驶去。 One evening, the gloomy afternoon afternoon the sky began to float a little bit of snow particles. Small, such as rice, the color is gloomy, science called “graupel ” kind. This is the overture of snow. At this point, the north wind oblique is tight, relying on the volume of snow particles, playing in the human face, astringent cold pain. Pedestrians in the street, shrink neck, panic-stricken. The snow particles on the ground were played by the wind, suddenly east and west, swinging uncertainly. Tonight, it is the day of our 78th high school class reunion. I wore a down jacket, walked out from home, snow rustling at the foot of the snow. I stopped a taxi and drove to the hotel.