我得承认,这是一场不易觉察的战争;或者说,这是一次另类的败北。没有硝烟、血腥和眼泪,更多时候,看到的却是暴富后的窃喜或者虚荣满足后的招摇。然而,这真实而隐秘的溃退无人能够抵挡,无人能够回避。在城市和乡村之间,一拨又一拨农村包围城市的青年农民已经轻易地攻陷一座座城池,在城里安营扎寨,生儿育女。然而,在他们身后,曾经的领地已成废池乔木,在他们身前,进入水泥丛林却如堕烟海。这样的战胜,仿佛溃退,胜利般的溃退,隐秘而又彻底。 I must admit that this is an imperceptible war; or that this is an alternative defeat. There is no smoke, bloody and tears, more often, to see is the riches after riches or vanity to meet the swagger. However, this real and hidden retreat no one can resist, no one can avoid. Between the city and the village, a group of young peasants who have splashed aside the countryside and surrounded the city has easily captured a city, set up camp in the city and gave birth to children. However, behind them, the former territory has become a waste of trees, in front of them, into the jungle but as a sea of ​​cigarettes. Such victory, as if retreat, victory like retreat, hidden and thoroughly.