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那时候刚好下着雨,柏油路面湿冷冷的,还闪烁着青、黄、红颜色的灯火。我们就在骑楼下躲雨,看绿色的邮筒孤独地站在街的对面。我白色风衣的大口袋里有一封要寄给在南部的母亲的信。
It was just raining at that time. The tarmac was cold and cold with blue, yellow and red lights. We hid under the stairs and watched the green postbox stand alone across the street. I have a letter in the big pocket of my white trench coat to send to my mother in the south.