夜浓得化不开,雨暴得没章法。在汽车灯光的照射下,农田漫上路面的山洪,显得那么浑浊、深邃、宽广,如无边无际的汪洋。小练站在齐腰深的洪水中,向靠近身边的半游半爬的陌生男子伸出友爱的双手,想接他一力,拉他一把,却被无言地甩开。小练愣怔了一下,缓缓收回僵在水面上的双手,随即委曲的眼泪夺眶而出,和着雨水悄然地流淌着。 Concentration of the night is not open, rain did not rule law. In the light of the car, farmland roaming the pavement, it seems so muddy, deep, broad, such as boundless ocean. Xiao Lian stood in waist-deep floods, to the side of the semi-half of the half-climb strange man stretched out his beloved hands, want to pick him up, pull him, but was silently throw off. Leng Leng startled a little, slowly retracted his hands on the water surface, then the tears of condescending come to the fore, and quietly flowing with the rain.