一今年七月,我自杭州回到西安。毕业后,我将工作选在了家乡。于是我真真正正地——虽然并不一定是多么长久地——重归故里。行李很多,几乎是我自身重量的三倍。它们沉重地从南方飞来,像肚子里吞着铅球的鸟,陪伴着我以居住者的姿态回到这座城市。熟悉的一切都仍旧是熟悉的。建筑物梁顶的弧度,乡音,四四方方的街道,肉夹馍诱人的荤香……甚至空气里长久蹲伏的尘土。 In July this year, I returned to Xi’an from Hangzhou. After graduation, I chose to work in my hometown. So I really - though not always - returned to my hometown. A lot of luggage, almost three times my own weight. They came heavily from the south, like birds that had shot their shots in their stomachs, and accompanied me back to the city as a resident. Familiar with everything is still familiar. Beam curvature of the roof of the building, accent, square four or four streets, meat folder 馍 tempting meat incense ... ... even the long crouched dust in the air.