从繁华的昆明市区 驾车赶往海埂，又见到那座破旧的收费站，又呼吸到了那种熟悉的气味，我们就像候鸟一样又飞来了。 基地里依然是热闹的，热闹得有点像农贸市场，空气中都显得油腻腻的。记得第一次来海埂，觉得总服务台前的那片广场挺大的，而今越发觉得拥挤不堪：等待着腕们 Driving from the bustling Kunming area to Haigeng, you see the worn-out toll booth and the familiar smell. We are flying like a migratory bird. The base is still lively, lively like a farmer’s market, the air seems greasy. I remember the first time to the sea 埂, that the total front desk of the piece of the square was bigger, now more and more crowded: waiting for the wrist