回想起小学四年级以后的日子，便有如进入了一层一层安静的重雾，浓密的闷雾里，甚而没有港口传来的船笛声。那是几束黄灯偶尔挣破大气而带来的一种朦胧，照着鬼影般一团
团重叠的小孩，孩子们留着后颈被剃青的西瓜皮发型，一群几近半盲的瞎子，伸着手在幽暗
中摸索，摸一些并不知名的东西。我们总是在五点半的黑暗中强忍着渴睡起床，冬日清晨的雨地上，一个一个背着大书包
穿着黑色外套和裙子的身影微微的驼着背。随身两个便当一只水壶放在另一个大袋子里，一
把也是黑色的小伞千难万难的挡着风雨，那双球鞋不可能有时间给它晾干，起早便塞进微湿的步子里走了。
Occasionally, the hazy state is brought by several beams of yellow light went though the air, and the kids who are has the Watermelon skin hairdos were lighted up by the yellow beam, just as groups of ghost staying together. We, groups of the half-blind person groped something with our hands in the dark air, which is unkown for us. We always have to get up at half past 5 am with sleepiness. At the winter morning, the kids with black coats and skirts carried the big schoolbags and on the rainy road. Because of the heavy schoolbags, their figures was slightly stooped. All of the kids also carried two bentoes in the other big bags and held up an small umbrella which was too small to prevent the rain. There is no time for the sneakers to airing. We have to wear the wet shoes to go to school.
