我没有出生在大城市,但似乎也不是乡下人。越长大,离乡野的风、质朴的农民的脸以及泥土的路越远,越陌生,越排斥。成年后,我混在千千万万个城里人当中,忙碌而紧张地为一个又一个现实的目标奔波着。上学,工作,房子……眉头下意识地锁着,心气不自觉地躁着,偶尔也会突然驻足:且慢,我这是从哪里来?要到哪里去?但问号尚未成形,很快 I was not born in a big city, but I do not seem to be a countryman either. The more you grow up, the farther away from the rustic style, the peasant’s face, and the dirt road, the more unfamiliar and more excluded you are. When I was an adult, I was mixed with thousands of city people, busy and intensely running after another realistic goal. Go to school, work, house ... ... forehead subconsciously locked, unconsciously impatient, and occasionally will suddenly stop: And slow, where did I come from? To where to go? But the question mark has not yet formed, and soon