去年夏天,我在天安门广场边上一家旅店小住。时逢周末,友人老马来玩,他由沈到京取装备。聊天到后半夜,老马说去广场转转。夜静无风,天空像琉璃一般深蓝。老马说去地下通道,没准儿能碰见奇人。我们进入东北口地下通道。来自各地的旅人,各式衣衫,各种相貌,大都在地上铺一张报纸睡了。一个外国女孩抱着吉他,小声吟唱民谣。 Last summer, I lived in a hotel beside Tiananmen Square. Whenever weekends, friends, horses come to play, he was from Shen to Beijing to take equipment. Chat to the middle of the night, the old horse said to the square turn. Calm night no wind, dark blue sky like glass. Old horse said to the underground passage, may be able to meet odd people children. We enter the northeast exit underground passage. Passengers from all over, all kinds of clothes, all kinds of looks, mostly in the ground to shop a newspaper to sleep. A foreign girl holding a guitar, whispering ballads.