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那双眼睛消失在黄昏里,隔着茫茫人海,想要再次对上,已是不可能了。在车站、在街道、在巷口、在拐角、在霓虹灯下、在十字路口,我常常看到一双眼睛,一经对视,便再也无法忘怀。那一次下暴雨,我在街口一家商店外躲雨。门口的那条路已不知是第几次被挖得面目全非,到处都淌着黄色的泥水,连路人都甚少经过。这时,他进入了我的视线中。他穿着明黄色的雨衣,可额前的发依旧被大雨打湿,蔫蔫的看起来十分滑稽。即使如此,他依旧不为所动,拿着一把大笤帚有条不紊地清扫着地面上的积水,那双眼是
Those eyes disappear in the evening, across the vast sea of people, want to once again, it is impossible. At the station, at the street, at the alleyway, at the corner, under the neon lights, at the crossroads, I often see a pair of eyes, once upon a watch, I can never forget it. That time under the rain, I sheltered in a store outside the street. The road at the door I do not know is the first time digging beyond recognition, everywhere dripping yellow muddy water, even connecting people are rarely after. At this moment, he entered my line of sight. He wore a bright yellow raincoat, forehead hair was still heavy rain wet, shy looks very funny. Even so, he still unmoved, holding a large broom methodically clean the ground water, the eyes are