我从花园门的国货公司拐到了新邮局街。这儿人声鼎沸,人们推推揉搡地排着大队。这可不是你所知道的那种排队……。这个队可长啦,不见头不见尾,绕了一圈又一圈,一层套一层,密密麻麻,象是用什么东西编织起来似的。路过的汽车,开到这儿就动弹不得,挤得水泄不通。司机把左手伸出车窗外,把车身敲得应天价响,嘴里还不干不净地嚷嚷: I turned into a new post office street from the garden gate of the domestic company. The voices are crowded here, and people push their knees to line the brigade. This is not the kind of queuing you know .... This team can be long, not see the beginning and the end, around the circle around, layer by layer, dense, like what is woven with something like. Passing cars, open here, can not move, packed packed. The driver put his left hand out the window, knocking the body should be expensive price ring, his mouth still not shouting: