肖广富孤身一人背井离乡来到城里,总感觉自己像一条游走在林立高楼之间的黑鱼,找不到一处温润的淤泥可以深深扎进去。在太阳落山还未收工的时候,这种感觉尤甚,于是两年前那个槐花盛开的日子像归巢的老鸦从看不见的地方飞来。他始终想不明白,好端端的田园生活,怎么会在那一天终结。到底是从什么时刻开始的呢?肖广富放下瓦刀,从沾满泥灰的裤子里摸出一个瘪瘪的烟盒,拈出一根皱皱巴巴的烟点上,从八楼的窗户望出去,这个城市正在迎接夜晚的到来。工 Xiao Guangfu alone came home from the city, always feel like a walk in the tall fish between the black fish, can not find a warm mud can go deep into it. Feeling especially worse when the sun goes down has yet to come to work, so when the Sophorae bloom two years ago, like a homing crow flying from invisible places. He always did not understand that the dignified pastoral life ended on that day. In the end from what time to start it? Xiao Guangfu lay down tile knives, from covered with plaster pants out of a deflated box, pick up a crumpled smoke point, looking out from the window on the eighth floor The city is welcoming the night’s arrival. work