刚刚下过了雨,地上湿漉漉的,坑洼处的积水倒映着惨白的天空。我站在红绿灯失灵的十字路口,看着川流不息的车流裹紧了衣服。还是等人多了,再跟着人群过马路吧,我搓着手想。左顾右盼寻找人群,瞥见一个背着卡通大书包的小男孩站在我近旁,一脸严肃地盯着前方不息的车流。似乎是察觉到有人注视自己,小男孩扭头看了我一眼,随即警惕地把脸扭了过去,抿紧嘴唇,一副英勇就 Just had the rain, wet ground, water potholes reflected the pale sky. I stood at the crossroads where the traffic lights failed, and watched the constant flow of traffic tighten the clothes. Or so many others, and then cross the street with the crowd, I rubbed his hands. Looked right and left looking for a crowd, a glimpse of a little boy carrying a large cartoon bag stood in my neighborhood, a serious look at the flow of cars in front of endless. Seems to be aware of someone looking at himself, the little boy looked at me, then warily turned his face in the past, tightened his lips, a heroic