读几年前有关缅甸的游记,里面的记述是这样的:人们只能偷偷买泰国的电话卡,要爬上高高的山坡,才能收到来自邻国虚无缥缈的信号。几乎怀着英勇就义的心情上了前往仰光的飞机。然而现在,它却像改革开放后的中国,即你对它的认知永远赶不上它变化的速度。车驶入市区,朦胧的月色中,一个金光灿灿的巨型物体突然闪入左前方视线。太美了,顾不得在逼仄的出租车后座,抱着两个又重又脏的大包,脖子仿佛被莫名的一股引力固定住。 When I read the travelogue about Myanmar a few years ago, the account is as follows: People can only secretly buy a calling card in Thailand and climb up a high hill to receive the unprincipled signal from their neighbors. Almost with a heroic and arrogant mood on the plane to Yangon. Now, however, it is like China after its reform and opening up, in which your perception of it will never catch up with the pace of change. Car into the city, the dim moonlight, a golden glittering giant suddenly flashed into the left front of the line of sight. Too beautiful to take care of the back seat in the cramped taxi, holding two heavy and dirty bags, neck seems to be inexplicable gravitational fixed.