南方小城充满了湿润与灰色,雨水与潮湿也让人烦躁透顶。然而离开它却又总有着诸多不适。也许正是这些不适,让我这个没有什么远大抱负的青年一直守望在这片土地上。于此生活,于此工作。儿时的朋友已渐无音讯,同学们也各散东西,偶尔聚首剩下的只有青葱的记忆与对现实的嗟叹。无法复制的岁月已远去,于是我混迹于街道的人流当中,也经常爬到高处像塞林格笔下的男孩一样 Southern town is full of moist and gray, rain and damp also annoying. However, there is always a lot of discomfort left. Perhaps it is these discomforts that have kept me, a young man without any great ambition, on the land. Live here and work here. Childhood friends have gradually no audio, students also scattered things, and occasionally gathered only the lush memories and sigh of reality. The years that can not be copied are long gone, so I am mixed in the crowd of the streets and often climb to the heights like the boys in Salinger’s