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某个周末,我再次站在北京的过街天桥,不复豪情。桥下的人熙熙攘攘,似乎都有自己的目的——真的只有在北京,才能实现梦想?才能超越“平凡的世界”?十多年前的一个黄昏,刚刚下过一场小雨,积云还没有完全散去,沐雨后的北京城显得很干净。晚高峰的序幕刚刚拉开,路上有些拥堵。在朝阳区,我穿过地下通道,走上一座过街天桥,手扶栏杆,看着林立高楼,匆忙的行人,在心里发誓:“北京,等着瞧!”那时候,我只是一个不知天高地厚的穷小子。
A weekend, I once again stand in Beijing overpass, no pride. People under the bridge are bustling and seem to have their own purposes - it is only in Beijing that dreams can be realized before they can surpass the “ordinary world.” Twilight ten years ago, just after a light rain, plot The clouds have not completely dispersed yet, and the city of Beijing looks very clean after the rain. The prelude to the late rush hour just opened, some congestion on the road. In Chaoyang District, I walked through the underpass, walked up a crosswalk, handrails, looked at the tall buildings, hurried pedestrians swear in my heart: “Beijing, wait and see! ” At that time, I was just an unbelievable height Poor boy.