凝望落日的余晖,绚丽多姿的晚霞渐渐淡去,影影绰绰的灯火从山间次第亮起。山色朦胧起来了,晚归的人多起来了,商贩们的眼睛亮起来了。我喜欢在矿山白昼与黑夜的临界点上徘徊,不为别的,只为那半城山色半城凉。我说的半城其实是算不得城市的.它是有着密密匝匝的人口、鳞次栉比的楼房、震耳欲聋的机器轰鸣声以及傲然耸立井架和飞旋不止天轮的矿山。这是一个不同一般的城市,这里生活着一群不同一般的人。它几乎囊括了所有的城市功能,也包含了你所能想到的所有行业。然而,你能看到的还仅仅是这座城市的一半,它的另一半深深地隐藏在地下。那另一半的城市就深存在我的记忆中——四通八达的巷道密如蛛网,一年四季灯火通明,矿工的身影从不间断。这些身影从五湖四海走来,为了一个共同 Gazing into the sunset, gorgeous sunset faded, the shadow of the light from the mountains on the second light. Obscure up the mountains, late-coming people more up, the eyes of traders who lit up. I like hovering at the critical point of the mine day and night, not for anything else, only for the Midtown Hills half cool. The half-town I’m talking about is actually a city, with a dense population, row upon row of buildings, a deafening roar of machinery, and a mine that stands proudly over masts and sails. This is a different city, where people live in different groups. It covers almost all city functions and includes all the industries you can think of. However, you can see only half of the city, the other half of it is deeply hidden underground. The other half of the city there is deep in my memory - in all directions tunnels densely cobweb, year-round lights, miner’s figure from time to time. These figures come from all corners of the country, in order to be common