旧金山,美国西海岸的明珠。90年代路过这儿的华人,有时会在机场看见一位身着蓝色条纹工作服的小个儿同胞,疯子似地闯进大厅,不一会儿,又象拉木锨的老鼠,拽着大包小包往门口挣扎,汗珠劈哩啪啦往下掉。 那就是我,超级盲流王华。为争分夺秒,我的车就停在大门外漆得火红火红的罚款区,每一秒钟都可能被警察拖走。 San Francisco, the pearl of the west coast of the United States. The Chinese passing by here in the 1990s sometimes saw at the airport a small fellow countryman in a blue striped overalls, broke into the hall with a madman’s thought, and later, like a rat in La Mochi, dragged a bag of packets to the door Struggling, sweat breaking crackling down. That is me, super blind Wang Hua. For the race against time, my car parked outside the gate was fiery red fine area, every second may be towed by the police.