一声漫长的刹车声。铁皮相碰的声音伴随着一声汽笛,搅乱了夜晚。火车驶入巴黎一区的里昂火车站。步履匆匆的旅客们前后相拥,熙熙攘攘,从车站里拥出。他们拖着行李,叼着香烟,在出站的人流中,推着自己的小孩朝前走,也推着那些碍脚的孩子。他们冲向在出租车或地铁那儿等候自己的父母、亲人。此时此刻,他们一分一秒都没拖延。车站很快便如同沙漠一般空无一人,它就像刚刚经历了一场令人眩晕的马戏表演的观众,等待着新一列火车,新的人流。 A long brake sound. The sound of the irons was accompanied by a whistle, disturbing the night. Take the train to Lyon Train Station in the 1st district of Paris. The hurried travelers embrace and bustle, embracing from the station. They dragged their luggage and dangled their cigarettes, pushed their own children forward in the outflow of the crowd, and pushed the children who obstructed their feet. They rush to wait for their parents, relatives in the taxi or subway. At this moment, they did not delay a minute or two. The station soon became deserted like a desert, just as the spectators who had just undergone a dizzying circus show awaited a new train and new stream of people.