分享和感受生活里的点滴细节,在别人的视线里,看见自已的痕迹。不知道我是苏州的过客,还是说苏州是我的过客。手里原本是去杭州的火车票,当卧铺小隔间的喇叭里传来“苏州站到了”的轻柔女音时,鬼使神差地,我的双腿脱离大脑的支配,随着疏落的几个旅客下了车。凌晨三点的苏州站,笼罩在一片黑魆与静寂之中。触及不到霓虹的光影,捕捉不了繁华的声讯,惟独能看见的就是拉客的小车,一簇一簇的。 Share and feel the details of life in the eyes of others, see their own traces. I do not know if I am a passenger in Suzhou, or Suzhou is my passing. The hands of the train was originally to Hangzhou, when the bells in the cubicle came “Suzhou station to ” soft cadets, ghostly, my legs out of the brain domination, with a few sparse Passengers got off the bus. Three o’clock in the morning of Suzhou Station, shrouded in black sand and silence. Neon can not touch the light and shadow, can not capture the bustling voice, but can only see the soliciting car, a cluster of clusters.