一八点多,天灰蒙蒙,脏脏的。间隔的几场小雪,半死不活地积在水泥地和泥地上。商户们也懒,只把自家店铺门口的雪铲一下,乱糟糟堆在一边,满眼的凌乱不堪。冷的缘故,人缩手缩脚都起得迟。几辆准备卸菜的大卡车,凌晨三四点才到,满车好像都蒙着一层冰冷。一会儿,几个男人走过来,不大情愿的样子,裹在旧军大衣栽绒领子里的脸,一律使劲向下缩着,半遮半露的,手也都缩在大衣的袖子里。 More than 18 o’clock, overcast, dirty. Several light snow intervals, half-life plotted on the concrete and mud. Merchants are also lazy, only the snow shovel the door in front of their own stores, messy heap, eyeful messy. Cold sake, people are shrinking their feet too late. A few large truck ready to unload food, until three or four in the morning, full of cars seem to have covered a layer of cold. For a moment, a few men came over, reluctantly look, wrapped in the old army coat collar coat collar down, all hard down down, semi-covered, hands are also reduced in the coat sleeves.