街头摆摊的小贩、抱着婴儿的妇女、一身油污的修车人、嬉笑打闹着的少年,各种各样的人在我们眼前匆匆来去,我们专注于自己的世界,从未注意过他们,也从未想过与他们会有什么交集,他们在我们眼里,亦如我们在他们眼中,很多时候不过是个符号,更多时候不过是个背景。也许有一天,你下班的时候,突然在下楼梯 Street stalls hawkers, women with babies, an oily man, laughing teenagers, all kinds of people hurrying in front of us, we focus on their own world, never mind They have never thought of any intersection with them. They are in our eyes, as we are in their eyes, often very much as a symbol and more often as a background. Maybe one day, when you get off work, suddenly down the stairs