夜幕刚刚降临,路上的马蹄声,人力车夫的喊叫声,行人的脚步声就开始渐渐淡去,城市显得有些冷清、寂静。中山路,这条青岛市最繁华的商业街,商铺大都灯熄人去,没有落下窗板门板的商家,也都是犹抱琵琶半遮面的架势,一看就是随时可以打烊。马路上偶尔走过几个行人,都是匆匆忙忙,左盼右顾,一副警觉模样。一队日本兵与中国警察混杂的巡逻队列队而来,那擦拭的锃亮、闪着银光的刺刀扛在肩上,在昏暗的灯光映照下,显得格外刺眼、疹人。这是1938年初春的青岛,尽管树木己生出绿芽,地上的青草 Night has just come, the road hoofs, rickshaw yelling, pedestrian footsteps began to fade, the city seemed a little deserted, silence. Zhongshan Road, Qingdao City, the most prosperous commercial street, most of the shops were extinguished, there is no business down the window panels, are still half-covered face posture, a look is ready to fight. Occasionally walked a few pedestrians on the road, are hurried, left looking right, a look of alert. A team of Japanese soldiers lined up with mixed Chinese police patrols, and the glittering, flashing silver bayonet carried over their shoulders, making them particularly dazzling and rash in the dim light. This is the early spring of 1938 in Qingdao, although the trees have green shoots, the grass on the ground