二十一天,一直在下雨,这让我无法静下心来对付自己。我坐立不安,好像身体里的器官被谁一一摘走了。老天心情不好,就下雨。走在地上的人没有一个看到他的病态。人们撑着伞,抽着烟,说着人话。天空一定是人类最高的肉体,不然,为什么天一下雨,人就想伤心的事;一放晴,就想出游。只有他开心了,我们才能看到太阳,看到花花草草,即使他们枯死了,你也觉得这是理所应当的。老天如果发怒,我们这些小东西就要遭殃。那一天会不会出现呢?我们再不能享受存在的耀眼,时间会彻底将我们抛弃。 Twenty-one days, it has been raining, which makes me unable to stop myself to deal with myself. I was restless, as if the organs in the body were taken away. God is not feeling well, it rains. None of the people walking on the ground saw his sickness. People holding umbrellas, smoking cigarettes, talking about people. The sky must be the highest body of mankind, otherwise, why the weather it rains, people want to sad things; a clear, just want to travel. Only he happy, we can see the sun and see the flowers, even if they die, you think this is right. If God is angry, we will suffer these little things. Will not that day appear? We can no longer enjoy the dazzling existence, time will completely abandon us.