他在胡同里走着,水哗哗地在脚下流,流到了膝盖,白哗哗的蘑菇越来越多,向他聚过来。你能给我一个承诺吗,写下的承诺?什么都可以,你说吧,我都答应,都可以做到!雨越下越大,没有歇下来的趋势。他蹚过了胡同,听见村外的庄稼在雨水中的声音,村庄的道路像一条大河。好静啊,一个白天即将来临的雨夜,一个告别的雨夜,生离死别的雨夜。他走着,对,是要看看整个村庄,包括村庄的胡同,树上的鸟窝。哦,树上的小鸟啊,它们此刻躲在了哪里?他趟过了胡同,就在他趟在水中的大街时,他被抱住了。一双手,一双潮湿的,应该是女人的手,仿佛要给一个男人最后的安慰,从后边,把他紧紧地抱住了。 He walked in the alley, the water rushing at the foot of the stream, flowing to the knees, more and more white rushing mushrooms, gathered to him. Can you give me a promise, write a promise? Anything can be, you say it, I promised, can do! The rain is getting bigger, did not rest the trend. He traveled the alley, heard the sound of the rain outside the village crops, the village road like a river. Quiet ah, a rainy day is coming, a farewell rainy night, leaving another rainy night. He walked, yes, to see the whole village, including the alley of the village, the bird’s nest in the tree. Oh, the birds in the tree, where are they now hiding? He hovered over the alley, just as he was on the water’s main street, he was clinging. A pair of hands, a pair of wet, should be a woman’s hand, as if to give a man the final comfort, from the back, hold him tightly.