某日的下午,你把手伸向窗外探了探,雨停了。你抬头看了看天空,几日未散的乌云不知何时已经散去,天空露出了湛蓝的面容。今天的天空,如同被大雨洗过一般干净透彻。你从客厅搬了一张藤椅坐在阳台上,摊开了手中的书。沉浸在书中时,时间总是过得飞快,天色渐渐暗了下来。你抬起头,略微活动了一下疲劳的脖子,合上了手中的书。你没有开灯,你知道雨过天晴后的黄昏总是特别漂亮。昏黄的阳光穿过防盗网的间隙照在客厅的挂钟上,随着时钟 On the afternoon of the day, you put your hand out into the window and explored it. The rain stopped. You looked up at the sky, a few days before the clouds do not know when it has dispersed, the sky revealed a blue face. Today’s sky, as was washed by the general clean and thorough. You moved a wicker chair from the living room and sat on the balcony, spreading out the book in your hand. Immersed in the book, the time is always flies, the sky gradually darken. You looked up, slightly tired tired neck, closed the book in hand. You do not turn on the lights, you know the evening after the rain is always beautiful. Dim sunlight through the gap between the security net shines on the wall clock in the living room, with the clock