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那是一个夏末的午后,在北京南站嘈杂的大候车室里,我捧着一本书等车。灰厚的云朵重帘似的一层层漫上来,天空陡然低沉,像是风雨欲来。眼前的方块字开始无规则地漂移,于是抬头,看到了对面的夫妻。黑而瘦的面庞,陈旧过时的衣服,用麻绳拦腰绑着的塑胶编织袋,明白地标志着他们的身份。他们也在等车,不知道是辛苦劳作后返回故乡,还是继续在陌生的城市飘荡。他们依靠着,很少交谈,只偶尔望一眼墙上的挂钟,男人
It was a late summer afternoon, in the noisy waiting room at Beijing South Railway Station, I was holding a book waiting for the bus. Gray thick curtain like a layer of diffuse layers of the sky suddenly plunged, like a stormy atmosphere. In front of the word began to drift irregularly, then looked up and saw the opposite of the couple. Black and thin face, outdated old clothes, tied with hemp rope waist plastic woven bags, clearly marked their identity. They are also waiting for the bus, do not know is hard to return to their hometown, or continue to float in a strange city. They rely on, rarely talk, only occasionally look at the wall clock, man