昨天夜里,我在枕上听到了“噼啪”不断的响声。原来,我的住处附近有—座大车站,每天集中了—千多辆火车;如果细心观察的话,可知平均每分钟部有一列火车通过。遇上大雾天,似乎有个规定,列车在接近车站时响起爆竹般的声音,以此打着招呼。因为在这阴暗的天气里,红绿信号灯完全失去了效用。我爬下床,卷起北窗的遮阳伞向外俯视,外头一片白茫茫。从下边的草地到两米多高的三面包围着的砖墙,什么也看不见了。只觉天地间一切部堵塞住了似的,四边寂悄无声。隔壁的庭院也是—样。 Last night, I heard “crackling” on my pillow, a constant noise. It turned out that my residence is near - a large station, a day concentrated - more than 1,000 trains; if carefully observed, we can see that there is an average train every minute ministry. Encounter a foggy day, it seems there is a rule, the train sounded the sound of firecrackers near the station, in order to hello. Because in this dark weather, the red and green lights completely lost their effectiveness. I climbed out of bed, rolled up the north window umbrella overlooking the outside, a vast expanse of white. From the grass below to two meters high three-sided brick wall, nothing can be seen. I feel everything in the world blockage like, four quiet. The courtyard next door is likewise.