我坐在市中心街道旁的长凳上，快下午三点了，芸还没来，明明讲好两点半去新华书店买书的。被下午三点的太阳烤的滋味可不好受，我耷拉着脑袋，手撑着下巴发呆。眼前是人们或急或缓的步伐，一个个地走进我的视野，又迅速地离去。裙角，西裤，交错混杂着，相遇了又飞扬着远离。 I sat down on the bench next to the street in the city center. It was three o’clock in the afternoon. I hadn’t come yet. I clearly told her to go to Xinhua Bookstore to buy books at half past two. The taste of the sun baked at three o’clock in the afternoon was unpleasant. I squatted my head and held my chin in a daze. In front of the people is the hurry or slow pace, one by one walked into my vision, and quickly left. Skirts, trousers, intertwined, met and flew away.