一雨在天上徘徊了好几个月,也没有下来。云总是压的很低,低得仿佛触手可及。几滴雨水偶尔从云缝里下来,带着天空的灰,再把地面染灰,把心情染灰。一片灰色的世界。我坐在窗边看着这些灰色的景致,和灰色所特有的香味。这是种特别的香味。像樟脑,但没有那么冰凉。像檀木,但没有那么典雅。像麝香,但没那么大胆而且雍容。总之,是一种孤独的香味,不一定让人魂牵 A rain wandering in the sky for several months, did not come down. Clouds are always under pressure, as low as if they are within reach. A few drops of rain occasionally dripped from the cloud, with the ashes of the sky, and then the ground ashes, the mood of gray. A gray world I sat by the window and looked at the gray landscapes, with the scent of gray. This is a special fragrance. Like camphor, but not so cold. Like sandalwood, but not so elegant. Like musk, but not so bold and graceful. In short, is a lonely scent, does not necessarily make people careless