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这事发生在我读中学四年级的时候。那是秋天,我们要参加为期四天的集体旅行,从东京开始,沿着日光大道到足尾山地。张贴在学校里的油印通知上写着,我们将于早晨6时30分在上野火车站集合,下雨就延迟到6时50分。到了那天,我装好干粮,掩上门。我知道坐电车到火车站最多不会超过20分钟,可我是个急性子。当我站在标明电车站字样的红柱子下盼着车来时,心里非常焦急。不幸的是,那天多云。到处响着工厂的汽笛声,把颤抖着的灰色蒸汽送向天空。我还有这样的印象,它好像要在云雾中落回地面。在单调的天空下,蒸汽
This happened when I was in fourth grade in high school. It was autumn, and we were going to a four-day group trip starting in Tokyo along the Sunshine Avenue to Foothill Mountain. The notices printed on the school’s stamps say that we will gather at Ueno Station at 6.30 am and it will be delayed until 6.50 a.m. On that day, I packed dry food and covered the door. I know that tram to the train station will not exceed 20 minutes, but I am an acute child. When I stood in the red pillar marked the words of the tram station looking forward to the car, my heart is very anxious. Unfortunately, it was cloudy that day. Ringing the whistle of the factory everywhere, sending the trembling gray vapor to the sky. I still have the impression that it seems to fall back to the ground in the clouds. Under monotonous sky, steam