我是一个平凡的城市人,每日穿行于忙碌的人群与不息的车水马龙中,感觉上我是一个网中人,无论置身何处,一张灰色的网总是把我严严实实地包裹着。一早醒来我诱过朦胧的窗子感受朦胧的晨光,正对我的房间的那片楼下的土地,照例是那两台连夜轰鸣不停的推土机,那片可怜的土地已经裸露出了灰黄的本色,那机 I am an ordinary urban man, walking through the crowds of busy people and endless traffic every day, and I feel like a netizen. No matter where I am, a gray net always keeps me tightly wrapped . I woke up early in the morning and I caught the hazy dawn misty morning light, the floor of my room was downstairs land, as usual, the two roaring non-stop overnight bulldozer, that piece of poor land has exposed the gray The true colors, that machine