纽约的一条大街上,一位值勤的警察正沿街走着。一阵冷飕飕的风向他迎面吹来。已近夜间10点,街上的行人寥寥无几了。在一家小店铺的门口,昏暗的灯光下站着一个男子。他的嘴里叼着一支没有点燃的雪茄烟。警察放慢了脚步,认真地看了他一眼,然后,向那个男子走了过去。“这儿没有出什么事,警官先生。”看 On a street in New York, a policeman on duty is walking along the street. A chilly wind blew in his face. Nearly 10 o’clock in the evening, very few pedestrians in the street. At the door of a small shop, a man stood under the dim light. There was an unlit cigar in his mouth. The police slowed down, looked at him seriously, and then walked over to the man. “There’s nothing going on here, sir. ” Look