环城皆拆也。生逢此时,拆迁、修路,永远没个完。旧城区像一袋薄脆的小饼干,转眼一扫而空。突然杀出一块新绿地,是硬生生凑进去的,像植入广告。这里原来是什么?很思量了一会儿才想起来:竹林。会是什么先消亡呢?竹林还是七贤?连天上的鸟都飞得格外惊惶,小年抬头看它们:“妈妈,大树都没了,鸟窝也要拆迁吗?它们睡哪里呢?”白天夜里,机器都在轰鸣,天刚蒙蒙亮,路边每个工 Around the city are demolished too. Born at this time, demolition, road repair, never finished. Old city like a bag of crisp cookies, swept away in an instant. Suddenly blaze a piece of new green space, is abruptly scrambled into, like an implanted ad. What is the original here? It took a moment to think of it: bamboo forest. What will be the first to die? Bamboo or seven Yin? Even the birds are flying especially frightened, young looking up to them: "Day and night, the machines are roaring, dawn, each side of the road