一来到上海是在一个阴雨绵绵的天气里,潮湿的空气把大街小巷中陌生的面孔浸得一模一样的白。周围大厦林立,衣着光鲜的人们神情冷漠地来去匆匆。我拖着行李箱站在街头茫然四顾,空气里大量的纸醉金迷的气息使这个城市看上去那么地飘忽不定,我蓦然产生了一种强烈的疏离感。一种十年前另一个北方城市迎接我时产生过的疏离感。 When I arrived in Shanghai on a rainy and rainy day, the damp air immersed strange alleyways in the streets alike. Around the buildings, well-dressed people indifferent to come and gone. I was dragging the trunk standing in the street blankly looked around, the atmosphere of a lot of paper-making atmosphere so that the city looked so erratic, I suddenly had a strong sense of alienation. A sense of alienation that came to me when another northern city ten years ago welcomed me.