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大半夜的,有人在敲门。我不得不醒过来,睡眼惺忪,烦躁得很。外头的光景已经大不同了,城市的马路在下陷,地洞一个接一个地出现。蟑螂到处都是,垃圾像蘑菇一样会生长。我常常花上二十个小时来睡觉。我迟疑了好一会才推开门。邮差还等在门口,他痴痴地站着,用渴望得到回应的眼神看着我。他穿着油腻的工作服,从遥远的监狱出发,背着信件,穿过一片辽阔的荒原才来到这个废墟。老邮差在梦境的边缘把我拽了回来,塞给我一封信。我猜,他的包裹里或许藏着神秘的密函吧。他递交完信件后,似乎卸去了所有的负担,背包空空瘪瘪的。一阵来自远空的微风
Most of the night, someone knocking on the door. I have to wake up, sleepy eyes, irritability very. Outside the scene has been very different, the city’s road in the sink, holes appear one after another. Cockroaches are everywhere, and trash grows like mushrooms. I often spend twenty hours sleeping. I hesitated for a moment before opening the door. The postman was still waiting at the door, and he stood idly and looked at me in the longing for a response. He was in greasy overalls, set off from a distant prison, carrying letters and came across the ruins through a vast wasteland. The old postman pulled me back on the verge of a dream and crammed me a letter. I guess, his package may contain hidden secret letters. After he submitted his letter, it seemed that all the burden had been relieved, and the backpack was empty and deflated. A breeze from afar