今天晚上又下雨了,而且倾盆似的下个不停。雨在帐蓬上缝呀缝呀,偶尔把针尖刺进我们的支肤。我们很不习惯。起初我们点了灯,可是呼噜噜的大风把它吹灭了。只有几点烟卷儿的红火在黑地里骤明骤暗,仿佛象暴风雨中小小的灯塔。今天晚上我们就这样坐着等着。我们象这暴风雨一样的终夜不眠,心 It was raining again tonight, and the next one did not stop. The rain sews on the tent, sews the needle tip into our skin occasionally. We are not used to it. At first we ordered the light, but the gurgling wind blew it out. Only a few cigarette lighter red suddenly dark in the dark, it seems like a small storm in the beacon. We sit and wait tonight. We sleep like this storm all night, heart