人民是善良的。所以,佩上满街的红花来送我。相信北站后面的一次次停靠,不会给我带来满面风雪。这是我从小生长的厢房。雨点,总在矮檐下淅沥淅沥地押韵。退休工人手摇的铜铃,一声声叮叮当当地祝福。隔壁就是塔状的“大世界”。门牌上的繁体毛笔字,留有父亲的体温。我曾提着靠椅,去袜厂的门口乘凉。 The people are kind. So, wear red flowers on the street to send me. Believe North Station back and forth again and again, will not bring me full of snow and ice. This is the room I grew up in. Raindrops, always rhyming under the low eaves. Retired workers hand bell, bang bang blessing. Next door is tower-shaped “big world ”. Traditional brush writing on the house, leaving his father’s body temperature. I had a chair, go to the door of the sock factory cool.