五年前,我做着一份朝九晚五的工作,每天乘公共汽车上下班。整整三年,天天如此。在三月一个温暖的傍晚,我踏上一辆能载我回家的公共汽车。我坐在第三排,在司机那一侧靠窗的位置。一个中年妇女坐在我对面的座位上。她正在哭,也没有特意和谁说话,只是一把鼻涕一把泪地诉说自己的遭遇。她是进城来看女儿的。在来车站的路上, Five years ago, I was working as a man from nine to five on a daily basis by bus. A full three years, so every day. On a warm evening in March, I set foot on a bus that would carry me home. I sat in the third row, at the driver’s side of the window. A middle-aged woman sat on the seat opposite me. She was crying, and did not specifically talk to anyone, just a snivel to tell their own experiences. She is going to town to see her daughter. On the way to the station,