一街上已经没有了行人,河北一个小镇的平安夜,刮起了大风。风像黑夜里不幸的孩子,闭着眼睛走路,撞到坚硬的墙上也学不会拐弯。是卑微的爱情,逼我离开又强迫我回来。二跟着一个人,走了一段路之后,我发现这不是我要去的地方。大风把许多条道路,横七竖八地吹到了我的面前。我是那种经常走错路,也不会与选择一致的人。我走过的地方,飘忽不定的灯火正次第关闭。 There is no pedestrian on the street, a town in Hebei’s Christmas Eve, blowing a strong wind. Wind like the unlucky children in the darkness, walking with their eyes closed, hit the hard wall will not learn to bend. Is a humble love, forcing me to leave and forcing me back. Second, with a person, after some time, I found that this is not where I am going. Gale to many roads, blowing in all directions to me. I am the kind of person who always goes the wrong way and does not agree with the choice. Where I walked, the erratic lights were closing for the first time.