不知从什么时候开始,我学会了冷眼看待周围的这一切: 穿着入时的小青年们在街上大声骂娘,路边的小贩和家庭主妇在秤上论短较长,一位老人从贴身的口袋里取出包了一层又一层的零钱……庸俗!庸俗!对这一切,我不屑一顾,我和他们可是不同的。那庸俗的场面——我从不介入,我只是站在远处若无其事地瞧着。回家的路上,我,那么优越,那么自豪地迈着自己的步子,带着点少年特有的自 I do not know when to start, I learned to look cold around the all this: dressed young people in the street shouting, the hawkers and housewives on the roadside on the scale is shorter, an old man from the pocket I took out one layer after another of change...Vulgar! Vulgar! I dismissed all of this, and I was different from them. That vulgar scene - I never intervene, I just stood in the distance and moaned if nothing had happened. On the way home, I, so superior, so proud of my own pace, with a unique youth