这不是戴望舒在诗中描述的那梦一般优雅缥渺的雨巷，也没有手持油纸伞如丁香花一般的女子。这只是一条狭窄的仅容一个半人走过的简朴的长巷。

每当霪雨纷飞的日子，我便舍弃轻便的自行车，避开熙来攘往的大马路，撑着小花伞静静地走过这条雨巷。

这条巷子真窄，两个人并行便略显拥挤，下雨天两人迎面走过那儿可真要命，本仅容得下一把伞，两把伞同时微侧弄不好不但过不去，反而两人都会湿淋淋的。幸好此巷鲜有人青睐，一人独霸整条巷子，顶着雨，唱着小曲，也挺惬意的。雨渐渐变大。糟了，前面居然出现了一个人影。唉，这种情况下，只得老实人发扬点风格了，我便做好了准备。人影渐渐清晰，是个比我稍大点的男孩，我盯着他，在擦肩的那一刹那，高举起我的伞，他的伞从我的伞下平静地滑过。没有只言片语，一切照旧，只是从他伞上滴落到我身上的冰凉的雨滴，让我有一丝触动。我仍高举着伞定在那里，像电影里的定格，然后有一丝怅然划过心底。

第二天，第三天，第四天，我们又“幸运”地再度相遇，每次都走过去一只“落汤鸡”，当然都是我。可恶的是，他居然没有丝毫歉意，有的只是无动于衷与淡然不屑。什么意思？人的忍耐是有限度的，淑女风范到此为止，下次一定给你点“颜色”瞧瞧。

恼人的雨季似乎绵绵无期，不过也好，给了我一次“复仇”的机会。嘿嘿，果然“翘首又见他”。我捏紧伞柄，深呼吸，缓缓向前走去，五米，四米，三米，二米……他起初并没有什么不同，只是随着我们距离的缩小，他期待我又做出举伞的姿势，而我没有。他的眼里充满疑惑与不解，我的眼里却闪现出狡黠的光芒。

“唰”，一阵布与布强烈摩擦的声响，他的伞挤出好远，慢悠悠地在地上晃着，我顿时体会到一种胜利的快感，幸灾乐祸地看着地下的伞。一转头，却看见他无辜的表情，在雨中显得那么可怜。我突然又感觉特别的内疚与不安，慌乱地替他拾起地上的伞，准备塞到他手里，“对不起。”我刚开口，他便打断了我的话：“说对不起的应该是我，前几天一直是你让我，我真不像个男子汉……”他为什么不骂我，我会舒服很多，他越这样，我的负罪感越重，越感到无地自容。“谢谢你！”末了他留下这么一句话，接过伞径自走了。雨巷里，只剩下呆若木鸡的我站在幽静里。

第六天，天终于放晴，灿烂和煦的阳光重新拥抱大地。我再也没有去过雨巷，听说，最近它被拆了……

This is not the elegant and ethereal rain lane that Dai Wangshu described in his poems, nor is there a woman holding an oil-paper umbrella like a lilac flower. This is just a narrow and simple long alley that only one and a half people can walk through.

Whenever it rains, I abandon my light bicycle, avoid the bustling road, and walk quietly through this rainy alley with a small flower umbrella.

This alley is so narrow that it is a little crowded for two people side by side. It would be terrible for two people to walk there on a rainy day. There was only room for one umbrella. All get wet. Fortunately, there are few people in this alley, and one person dominates the entire alley, singing ditty under the rain, which is quite pleasant. The rain gradually became heavier. Oops, there was a figure in front of me. Alas, in this case, I have to be honest and carry forward my style, and I am ready. The figure gradually became clear, it was a boy slightly older than me, I stared at him, and at the moment of rubbing shoulders, I held up my umbrella, and his umbrella slid calmly under my umbrella. There were no words, everything was business as usual, but the cold raindrops that fell on me from his umbrella touched me a little. I was still holding the umbrella high, like a freeze frame in a movie, and then a trace of disappointment crossed my heart.

The next day, the third day, and the fourth day, we were "lucky" to meet again, and each time we walked past a "lost chicken", of course it was me. The abominable thing is that he didn't have the slightest apology, and some were just indifferent and indifferent. What's the meaning? There is a limit to a person's patience, so this is the end of the lady's demeanor, and I will give you some "color" next time.

The annoying rainy season seems to be endless, but it's good, it gave me a chance to "revenge". Hehe, sure enough, "seeing him again". I squeezed the handle of the umbrella, took a deep breath, and walked forward slowly, five meters, four meters, three meters, two meters... He was no different at first, but as the distance between us narrowed, he expected me to make another move. Umbrella pose, and I don't. His eyes were full of doubt and puzzlement, but mine was a sly light.

"Shuh", there was a strong friction between the cloth and the cloth, his umbrella squeezed out a long way, and swayed slowly on the ground. I suddenly felt the thrill of victory, and looked at the underground umbrella with schadenfreude. When he turned his head, he saw his innocent expression, so pitiful in the rain. I suddenly felt very guilty and uneasy again, and in a panic, I picked up the umbrella on the ground for him, ready to put it in his hand, "I'm sorry." As soon as I said, he interrupted me: "It should be me who said sorry. , you have been letting me a few days ago, I really don't look like a man..." Why didn't he scold me, I would feel a lot more comfortable, the more he was like this, the more guilty I felt, the more ashamed I felt. "Thank you!" At the end he left such a sentence, took the umbrella and walked away. In the rainy alley, I was the only one left standing in the silence.

On the sixth day, the sky finally cleared up, and the bright and warm sunshine embraced the earth again. I've never been to Rain Lane again, heard, it was recently demolished...