大年三十那天,我还在路上奔波,坐长途客车往家赶。车上只有几个乘客,本来一个人可以占整排座位,有个陌生的年轻人,偏偏和我挤在一起。年轻人穿得很单薄,天气很冷,车窗又破了几块玻璃,寒风“呼呼”地往车里灌。我想,年轻人一定是冷得很,想从我身上获取一点儿温暖。虽然紧挨着我,年轻人还是冷得发抖,他的手老是在我的腰上动,好像要抱住我。 On the 30th of the New Year, I was still on the road, and I drove home with a coach. There were only a few passengers in the car. One could occupy the whole row of seats. There was a strange young man who was crowding with me. The young people wore very thin clothes and the weather was cold. The windows broke a few pieces of glass and the cold wind whistled into the car. I think young people must be very cold and want to get a little warm from me. Although I was still close to me, the young man was still shivering. His hands were always on my waist as if they were holding me.