这些年小城里变化很大,像一个涂脂抹粉的三流妓女,红黑交错地拼命装门脸,眉眼不至于难看,但就是由内到外地渗透出一种急吼吼的廉价与暴发气质。街道两旁的树栽得不多不少,老得病死了去,自有新的树苗补上来,这些年过去,竟也未曾蓊郁成荫。早已看不出颜色的垃圾箱永远在夏天招徕层层叠叠的苍蝇,那种声波简直像伤口上流出的黄白粘稠的脓,让人牙尖打颤,滚痒难 In these years the town has changed a lot. Like a third-rate prostitute who dusted his face with powder and dust, his face is not as ugly as his face, but it is a cheap and outbreak tempered by an emergency roar from inside to outside. The trees on both sides of the street planted much, old and sick to go, their own new seedlings up, over the years, have not actually depressed. Could not see the color of the trash always in the summer to attract layers of flies, the kind of sound waves just like the wound out of the yellow and white viscous pus, cuspidal trembling, itchy