京城有个地方,名字挺温暖,叫太阳宫。九十年代,我携家带口扎在那里,一住五年,差点生了根。后来,在与房租水电的斗争中,逐渐败下阵来,卷了铺盖,起了锅灶,回了北方。我说的北方,不是京城所在的北方,而是家乡所在的北方,再往北,就横跨蒙古高原,抵达国境线。那次告别都市,我以为,自己是马蹄莲的 The capital has a place, the name is very warm, called the sun palace. In the nineties, I took my family to take a mouth and tied there, and lived for five years, almost giving birth to roots. Later, in the struggle with renting water and electricity, they gradually defeated, rolled up, covered the stove and returned to the north. I said that the north is not the north where the capital city is located, but the north where the hometown lies. Further north, it will cross the Mongolian Plateau and reach the border of the country. That goodbye city, I thought I was a calla