在美国,周末是逃避办公室生活的一扇门。那天睡懒觉起来,胡乱吃了点东西,便如囚犯般逃出门去,上了高速公路给自己放风。行驶在久违的清风阳光里,我漫无目的地开着车,信马由缰。忽然路旁有一个棕色路标,上面写着:切若基印地安人部落。心里轻轻一动,来 In the United States, weekends are a door to escape office life. To sleep late that day, eat something casually, just as prisoners escaped to go to the highway to their own vent. Driving in the long absence of breeze sunshine, I aimlessly driving a car, relying on the reins. Suddenly there was a brown signpost on the road that said: "If the ruins of Indian tribes. Heart gently, come