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一五马街的暮色在记忆里满是冷藏墨鱼般灰腻浑浊的凄凉色调。那是一九八四年的冬末。当时那里虽已号称是首屈一指的温州市的商业中心,但远没有现在这样仕女云集,纸醉金迷的富贵景象。我和小说家金一鸣,还有一位在文化部门工作的女孩,在街头买了几十元的皮鞋,并奢侈地享用了鲜啤、海鲜和八毛一份的可口的蛋炒饭后,散步回到位于墨池坊不远临街的招待所。从打开的窗户望出去,正好看到街对面那些鳞次栉比的鞋店和卖走私表的铺子因临时停电顿时乱成一团。这时一个人说说笑笑走进来,也没见
The twilight of 15 Ma Street was full of cold, squid-like, murky and muddy tones in memory. It was late winter of 1984. Although there was a premier commercial center in Wenzhou at that time, there was no such thing as a wealthy scene full of dignitaries and indulgences. My novelist Kim Yat-ming, and a girl working in the cultural sector, bought dozens of dollars of shoes on the street and enjoyed a luxury meal of fresh draft beer, seafood and eight-hawk delicious egg fried rice, then walked back to Located near the street in front of Mochi Square Guest House. Looked out from the open windows, just across the street that row upon row of shoes stores and shops selling smuggled watches due to temporary chaos suddenly chaos. At this time a person came to talk about laughing, did not see