早晨起床后,本来心情很好的赵书理,想打开窗户吸一口清新的空气,伸一个懒腰,可冷不丁被一股刺鼻的气味惊得皱起了眉头。这到底是一种什么样的气味呢?细嗅嗅,煤炭燃烧的气味中还有股橡胶的煳味。他探出头去,什么也没看到。天灰蒙蒙的,微微的东南风,搅动着沾着一层灰尘的树叶无力地呻吟。他顿觉咽喉发痒,于是随即关上了窗户,干咳了几声。妻子这时从客厅来到房间,满腹疑云:“窗户刚打开怎么又关上了?早晨开开窗透透气,多好。” After getting up in the morning, Zhao Shuli, who had a good mood, wanted to open a window to suck in a fresh air and stretch a lazy waist, frowning at a pungent odor. This is exactly what kind of smell it? Smell sniff, the burning smell of coal there is stock rubber smell. He stuck his head and saw nothing. Overcast, slightly southeastern, agitating the leaves stained with dust. He throbbed throat, then shut the window and coughed a few times. His wife came to the room from the living room at this time, full of suspicions: “Open the window just how closed? Morning open the window breathable, good.”