车来车往,它从哪里来,又往哪里去?老楼下面是个自行车库,大约有七八平米,堆满了各种杂物,翠绿的铁皮门早已褪去了鲜艳的色彩,深深浅浅的铁锈宣示着岁月的斑驳,泛黑的塑料门把手偶尔透出接近肤色的光泽,仿佛指甲里经年累月嵌进的污垢,根本洗不净了,用力一推,吱吱嘎嘎,漫天漫地的灰尘与蜘蛛网扑面而来…… The car came to the car, where it came from, where to go? The following is a garage of the old building, about seven or eight square meters, filled with all kinds of debris, green iron door already faded bright colors, deep shallow Rust rusty mottled years, pan-black plastic door handle occasionally revealed close to the color of the luster, as if fingernails embedded in the dirt over the years, did not wash the net, forced a push, creak, diffuse dust With spider web blowing ...