远方的天际刚亮起些鱼肚白,推车们就已经吱吱呀呀地钻进了巷中,氤氲起丛丛雾气。城市的清晨,是雾一样的灰白。推车后的陈姨掀起简陋的保温设施——一床棉被,借着升腾起的蒸气搓搓手,熟练地扯开嗓子叫卖起来。行色匆匆的白领随手拿起几个热乎乎的包子,甩下零钱,便又消失在匆匆中。而此刻,在整个城市仅微微睁开了蒙陇的睡眼之时,环卫张大爷的扫声已接近街尾。他与邻街的同事聚集着谈天,爽朗地笑着、骂着,溅起眼角的鱼尾纹,掀起鬓角的斑斑花自。 The farther the sky just lit up, the carts had already creaked into the lane, huddled by the Cong fog. The morning of the city is foggy gray. Chen aunt after the cart set off a simple insulation facilities - a quilt, with rising steam rub hand, tearfully profusely selling up. Hurry white-collar workers readily pick up a few hot buns, throwing change, then disappeared in a hurry. And at the moment, only slightly opened the entire city Menglong sleepy eyes, sanitation Zhang uncle’s voice is close to the end of the street. He gathered with colleagues in the neighborhood to talk about the day, heartily laughing, scolding, splashing crow’s feet and setting off the streaks of horns.