直到现在,李琪还清楚记得去年3月的那个清晨。熬了一夜的她特意乘电梯一直来到第24层,透过楼道的窗户往下看,整个北京城还没有被阳光从薄雾中唤醒,楼外的工地里民工正为即将开始的一天作准备。从上面向下望,自己仿佛正悬挂在高空。人是那么渺小,而城市却像在薄雾中半梦半醒,那些在繁华的城市中穿梭 Until now, Li Qi still vividly remembered the early morning of March last year. Boiled overnight she deliberately took the elevator has come to the 24th floor, looking down through the corridor window, the entire city of Beijing has not been awakened from the mist by the sun, the workers outside the building site for the upcoming day for the ready. Looking down from above, I seem to be hanging at high altitude. People are so small, but the city is half awake in the mist, the shuttle in the bustling city