雨窗突然变得寂寞了,星期天也因此显得漫长。搁在床头的书不再让强强感兴趣,清爽的雨声也乱哄哄地闹心了。时钟指在10点时,他把身子探出窗外。他从玻璃上看见那小女兵穿着白色羊毛衫的身影。他再也无法子抚自己悸动的心,换上一身干净的衣服就下楼去了。 The rain window suddenly became lonely, and it seemed to be a long day on Sundays. The book on the bedside no longer makes strong interest, and the fresh rain is also turbulent. The clock pointed at 10 o’clock and he leaned out of the window. He saw the little female soldier in a white woolen sweater from the glass. He couldn’t help his son’s restless heart anymore, put on a clean coat and went downstairs.