你有一辆汽车,大马力带天窗。你用10分钟的时间开了10公里,没有超速。这时第二支烟还没有掐灭,而天窗来的风还没来得及吹乱你的头发。你停好车上楼回家。天刚刚擦黑,你还能面对夕阳喝一杯咖啡,然后慢吞吞地考虑晚饭吃点什么……算了,这是白日梦。事实是在每一个傍晚六点,你都不得不在三环上听那该死的广播。指引回家的灯光总闪烁于远方你却好像永远也到不了。 You have a car, big power skylight. You use 10 minutes to open 10 km, no speeding. At this time the second cigarette has not been cut off, but the wind from the skylight has not had time to blow your hair. You parked the car upstairs to go home. It’s dark, you can still drink a cup of coffee in the sunset, and then slowly consider what to eat for dinner ... Well, this is daydreaming. The fact is that every evening at six o’clock you have to listen to that damn broadcast on the third ring. The lights that guide the home always flicker away, but you never seem to get it.