薄雾愁云,漫天被冷风撕碎的乌云,像被风吹散的柳絮,毫无分量又漫无目的地遮住了阳光。铅灰的天空,以静止的姿态俯视无数来往的行人,偶尔的几滴冷雨,仿佛是它为人们忙碌如同蝼蚁的命运洒下的同情的泪水。 The misty clouds, the dark clouds shattered by cold wind, like catkins that were blown off by the wind, covered the sun with no weight and purpose. Lead-grey sky, overlooking the numerous pedestrians in a static posture, occasionally a few drops of cold rain, as if it were the tears of sympathy for the people’s fate as they rushed.