一 你进了城,远离了麦子,远离了黑狗,远离了碧绿的肥猪苓,扛着一大堆热闹的蝈蝈笼,怀里揣两个老红苕,耳朵里塞满了伢他妈柔声的叮呤,就这样,你进了城。 二 车水马龙,红绿灯、人行道也无法让你平静,一个冒失鬼在你背后使劲地按铃,高楼林立,葡萄架、八哥笼才让你感到一点亲切,一盆污水却飞流直下三千尺奔向你的头顶,滚烫多灰的水泥地售票员的脸色一样生硬,四十二码解放鞋里的脚丫子抱怨:“他妈的,城里的马路也要欺负人!” As soon as you entered the city, away from the wheat, away from the black dog, far away from the green Poria cologne, carrying a bunch of lively cages, carrying two old red bosoms in his arms, his ears stuffed with his mother Soft dodge, so, you into the city. Two busy, traffic lights, the sidewalk can not let you calm, a daredevil in your back to ring the bell, high-rise buildings, grapevines, starling cages only make you feel a little warm, a basin of sewage is flew down three thousand feet toward you Head, hot ashes of cement as the clerk’s face blunt, forty-two yards Jiefang Xie feet complain: “fuck, the city’s roads have to bully people!”