(那个男人醉醺醺地回到了他的寓所) 楼道里一片昏暗,混乱拥挤不堪。我尽量克制住身体的摇晃,用打火机点起一簇微弱的火光照明。左侧距我腿部三公分处的灶头上的油锅正像一口自流井一样地冒(滴)着油。一定又是隔壁的胖女人吃了夜宵后没刷锅子。右面堆着几只天宝年间的箱子,装了一肚子的陈年旧事。最主要的还有灰。稍加碰撞的话就会扑哧扑哧地往下掉,没有一点商量的余地。 (The man was drunk back to his apartment.) The corridor was dark and crowded. I try to restrain the body’s shaking and use a lighter to light a faint flare of light. The oil pan on the stove on the left side that was three centimeters from my legs was just like an artesian well. Must be fat women next door did not brush after eating supper. On the right, there were a few boxes from the Tianbao years, and they were filled with old things. The main thing is ash. If you collide a little, then you will flutter down, and there is no room for negotiation.