西安有一条小巷叫五味十字,某天我就在巷口买肉夹馍,贾平凹推着一辆嘎啦啦响的小偷都不看的旧自行车,埋头大嚼着肉夹馍。我隔暑马路看他,五短身材,眼泡有点肿．不是他是谁?我目光一直追随着他,兵马俑、古城墙、贾平凹都成为西安三景了,在这个早晨,贾平凹像西安许多普通市民一样,啃着肉夹馍去上班,没有任何人注意他。 Xi’an has an alley called the Five Flags, one day I was in the alley to buy Rouga Jia, Jia Pingwa pushing a Ga lalam thieves do not look at the old bike, chewing the meat folder 馍. I look at him across the summer road, five short stature, a little swollen eye. I did not look at him. My eyes followed him. Terracotta warriors and horses, the ancient city wall and Jia Pingwa became the three scenes of Xi’an. In the morning, Jia Pingwa, like many ordinary citizens in Xi’an, gnawed at the meat folder and went to work without anyone noticing him.