一周末,我从床上爬起来,来到阳台上,推开窗户,四周一下子充盈起唰啦唰啦的响声。秋雨细切而稠密,雨下得不大,但一时半会儿也不会停下来。天空昏暗,衬托的地上积水的路面亮晶晶的。冷风嗖嗖的,咻地一声钻进我裸露的脖子。我赶紧关紧窗户,从阳台又退回到卧室。关紧卧室的门,重新回到床上,拿起昨天晚上放在床头的书想接着往下读,突然从客厅里传来人走路的声音。我注意听时,那声音又消失了,但时间不长,当我几乎怀疑自己是听错的时候,那声音又重新 One weekend, I got up from my bed, came to the balcony, opened the window, and filled my mouth all at once with loud noise. Autumn fine and dense, rain is not big, but for a while while will not stop. Dim sky, set off the water on the ground glistening pavement. Cold wind whizzing, suddenly bored my bare neck. I quickly closed the window, from the balcony and returned to the bedroom. Close the bedroom door, back to bed again, pick up the book on the bed last night and then read down, suddenly came from the living room to walk the voice. When I noticed it, the voice disappeared, but it was not long before, when I almost suspected I was wrong,