象每天那样,老女人站在地铁入口自己的位置上;这条街很长,从五点起,就充满了令人头昏脑涨的喧嚣声。她倚在铁栏仟上,栏杆上面有张地图。她站在自己的角落里感到象躲在一边, Like everyday, the old woman stands in her own position on the entrance to the subway; the street is long, from five o’clock, full of dizzying noises. She leaned on the iron bar thousand, railings above a map. She stood in her own corner feeling like hiding,