空气湿漉漉的,一如我的心情,湿漉漉的。我在家里反反复复地踱着步子,心里有一种莫名的压力,仿佛要窒息一般地难受。最终,还是决定与父亲合撑一把雨伞,出去散步。在雨中的街市,我们是唯一的行人。冷清的路灯下,雨丝密密地交织着,似银针一般闪着寒光,然后急速地摔碎在地面。 The air is wet, as I feel, wet. I walked at home paced repeatedly, my heart there is an inexplicable pressure, as if to suffocate generally uncomfortable. In the end, it was decided to hold an umbrella with her father and went out for a walk. In the rain downtown, we are the only pedestrians. Under the deserted street light, the rain was intertwined closely, and the silver needle seemed to shine coldly, then rapidly smashed to the ground.