城市双臂像疲惫的风车翼垂在两侧。许多男人并肩同行;宽宽的肩膀,谦卑的目光,褴褛的衣衫,一切都很平常,一切都是一个躯体上的血肉,一切都是一个可怜的、好像肩负着整个大地的躯体的破碎的力量。为什么这些摩擦着健壮的臂膀同行的男人垂着有力的手臂抬不起来?为什么不昂起头颅向着太阳?既然他们并肩同行、饥肠辘辘, City arms like exhausted windmills hang down on either side. Many men walked side by side; broad shoulders, humble eyes, ragged clothes, everything was normal, everything was a physical flesh and blood, everything was a poor one, as if it were the broken power of the whole earth . Why do these men with their powerful arms rub shoulders do not lift their powerful arms? Why not raise their heads toward the sun? Since they are side by side, hungry,