很小的时候,父母为了我的成长从山区迁居到城市,在临街的地方开了一间很小的店铺,夜里就住在店铺里。从有记忆的那时起,每天晚上都会有巡逻的警车呼啸而过,伴着刺耳的警笛声。想象着门外总会有怕人的事情发生,而时常又有风拍打着松散的门,发出一些怪异的声音。那段时光几乎每晚都是在惊恐中度过的,每当夜里哭叫,妈妈总会吓唬我:“别哭,小心被警察抓去。” At an early age, my parents moved from the mountains to the city for my growth, opened a small shop in the street, and stayed in the shop during the night. From the moment of remembrance, a patrolling police car whistled every night accompanied by a jarring siren. Imagine always afraid of people outside the door things happen, but often flapping loose doors, making some weird sounds. During that time spent almost every night in panic, whenever the crying at night, my mother always scare me: “Do not cry, be careful captured by the police. ”