一个干瘦的老头儿,满脸都是硬得像刷子似的胡子茬,坐在麦奥里火车站餐厅的角落里。严冬的风雪一阵又一阵呼呼地刮过里加湾的上空。近岸的海水结成了坚厚的冰。透过呼啸着的弥天大雪,可以听到海浪拍打坚冰边缘的隆隆声。老人到餐厅里来,显然是为了取暖。他什么酒菜也没点,嗒丧地坐在长椅上,两手笼在渔夫穿的那种短大衣的袖筒里,短大衣上叠满了歪歪扭扭的补丁。跟老人一起进来的,还有一条毛蓬蓬的小白狗。小狗伏在老人脚边打着抖。 A skinny old man, his face is hard like a brush-like beard, sitting in the corner of the restaurant in the Mai Ouli station. The winds and snow of winter rattled over the bay of Riga. Nearshore sea water formed a solid ice. Through the heavy snow whistling, you can hear the waves beat the edge of the rumbling sound of ice. The elderly came to the restaurant, apparently for heating. He had nothing to do with food and wine, sitting on a bench in disrepair, his hands folded in the sleeve of the coat he was wearing, and the coat was covered with crooked patches. Come in with the old man, there is a white Puppies Puppy. Puppled at the foot of the old man shaking.