夜,月华如流水;月,好似一块晶莹美玉,晕开牛乳般的光华,一切,都如此美好。然而在这钢铁的森林中,一切都找不到枝丫来寄托。他小心翼翼地将一枚硬币投入电话亭的投币口,用粗糙的手指谨慎地按着那个令他魂牵梦萦的号码。当初他为了多赚些钱,从小山村来到这里打拼。时光如梭,他已从当年的毛头小伙成长为一个中年人,而岁月除了为他带来几丝皱纹,让他体会到生活的艰辛外,什么也没有给他。 Night, Yuet Wah, such as running water; month, like a crystal jade, dizzy milk Guanghua, everything is so beautiful. However, in this iron and steel forest, everything can not be found. He carefully put a coin into the phone booth’s coin slot, with a rough finger carefully press the number that makes him dreaming. At first, he came to work here from a small mountain village in order to make more money. Time flies, he has grown from a feather guy that year to a middle-aged, and years apart from bringing him a few wrinkles, let him understand the hardships of life, nothing to him.