冬天,阿德莱德的夜幕降临得很早。寒风中,第一次看见了它的夜。商店早在五点就拉下门帘,店主慵懒地打了个哈欠,在精美的玻璃门扶手上挂上一个CLOSED(关闭)的牌子,骑上一辆单车就走了。商店的灯都亮着,映照出各式各样商品的轮廓,然而不很清晰,像是梦幻般地蒙上了一层纱。广场上空荡荡的,任由黑夜投下巨火的黑影,占满每寸土地。 In winter, Adelaide’s night came early. In the cold wind, it saw its night for the first time. The shop pulled down the curtain as early as five o’clock, and the owner lazily yawned and hung a CLOSED sign on the exquisite glass door armrest. He rode on a bicycle and left. The lights of the shops are all lit, reflecting the outlines of all kinds of goods. However, they are not very clear, and they are like a fantastic layer of yarn. Square over the sky, allowing the dark night cast a shadow of the fire, accounting for every inch of land.