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这不是我第一次伫立在香港的街头,亦不是第一次仰望中环那些让人喘不过气、耸入云天的大厦,我却还是举起相机,记录着我眼中这个城市的每一次喘息。毒辣的太阳正以炙热的目光俯瞰整个城市,我身边一对摆弄自拍杆的情侣带着某地口音小声抱怨这该死的天气,而就在我们的街对面,几个西装革履脚步匆匆的男人正成为他们的自拍背景掠过,他们冷漠的神情与他们纯白的衬衫打出一个曼妙的弧度,折射进我们这批游客的视线,化成一句又一句感叹。
This is not the first time that I have been standing in the streets of Hong Kong. Nor is it the first time I looked up at those breathtaking buildings in Central. I raised my camera and recorded every breath of the city in my eyes. Hot and humid sun is the hot eyes overlooking the city, a pair of self-stick with me around the couple whispered with some accent this damn the weather, and just across from our street, a few men in formal wear and hastily To become their Selfie background passing, their indifferent look and their pure white shirt played a graceful arc, refracted into the sight of our tourists, into a sentence and a sigh.