读刘震云的小说,我就想到他家附近的那条马路。刘震云的家门口有一条不大不小的马路,由北向南弯弯曲曲,差不多好几里长。这里属于北京东郊,城市与乡村的交界处,十多年前还相对偏远而安静。这些年却大不一样。由城里搬来的单位越来越多,住宅楼也越修越多,这条马路顿时变得拥挤、嘈杂、凌乱,如同集贸市场一般。 Reading Liu Zhenyun’s novel, I think of that road near his home. Liu Zhenyun’s front door there is a not small road, bent from north to south, almost miles in length. Here belongs to the eastern suburbs of Beijing, the city and the junction of the village, more than a decade ago is relatively remote and quiet. These years are quite different. Moving more and more units from the city, more and more residential buildings repair, the road suddenly become crowded, noisy, messy, like the general market.