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2012年11月15日,在蔡甸古月村一栋破旧的三层小楼里,武汉·中国知音城合约负责人高洪祥闭目锁眉,右肘支在油漆斑驳的办公桌上,手不停地磨搓着额头。许久,他睁开眼,将面前成堆的资料推开。摸索出一支烟,点上,起身走向办公室的窗户边。一阵阵烟雾在他头上缭绕着。窗外是一道篱笆墙、几株橘子树,不过橘树早已变成光秃秃的枯树了,而远处萧瑟的马鞍山却一如既往地横卧在冷冰冰的后官湖上。
On November 15, 2012, in a dilapidated three-story building in the ancient village of Caidian, Gao Hongxiang, head of the contract for the city of Wuhan, China, closed his eyesbrow and his right elbow stuck on the mottled work desk without stopping Ground rub rub forehead. For a long time, he opened his eyes and pushed the piles of information in front of him. Groping a cigarette, point, got up and walked toward the office of the window. A gust of smoke filled his head. Outside the window is a fence, several orange trees, but the orange trees have long become bare withered trees, while the distant bleak Ma On Shan but, as always, lying in the back of the cold on the lake.