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站在初冬深夜的马路上,雾粒宛如坚硬的粉末吹打着脸颊和耳垂。我把当家庭教师用的法语语法初级教材塞进风衣的口袋里,蜷缩起身子,等着开往郊外的末班公共汽车像船一样从雾中摇荡过来。
Standing on the road late at night in the winter, fog particles like a hard powder blowing cheeks and earlobes. I stuffed the introductory textbook in French as a tutor into the coat pocket, curled up and waited for the last bus bound for the countryside to rock like a boat out of the fog.