匆匆地迈着脚步,行走在人流中。突然不知道自己这么赶着,是要去干什么。也许是已经习惯,习惯将自己伪装成一个忙碌的人,习惯和周围的一切擦肩而过,习惯将自己变成一道闪电似的弧线,划过了却没有留下痕迹。不知从何时起,我的脚步不自觉地快了起来。路边的人,路边的风景,路边的一切,都成了无足轻重的摆设。我只是急急忙忙地向前赶着,总抱怨 Hurried step by step, walking in the crowd. Suddenly I do not know what I am driving, what I am going to do. May be accustomed to accustomed to disguise themselves as a busy person, habits and all the pass around, used to turn themselves into a lightning-like arc, crossed without leaving any traces. I do not know since when, my footsteps unconsciously faster. Roadside people, roadside scenery, roadside everything, have become insignificant furnishings. I just rush to rush ahead, always complain