It was a dark night. A man was riding a bicycle without a lamp. He came to a crossroad and did not know which way to turn. He noticed a pole with something white which looked like a sign. Climbing to the top of the pole he lit a match and read:

“Wet paint.”

一个漆黑的夜晚,有个人骑着没有车灯的自行车.他到了一个十字路口,不知道往哪个方向走了.他看到一个招牌杆,上面好象白白的象是个牌子.于是他爬到招牌杆的上面,点着一根火柴,读道:

"油漆未干."