昨日傍晚穿着警服出门,经过一长廊,行至半途,前方七八个外地民工席地而坐而蹲,似在吃晚饭,旁边大包小包的一堆行李。我走近时,其中几个人似乎有点紧张,目不转睛地看着我,好像是因为他们“占道”吃饭了,于是犹豫是否应该让道。走廊中间的一个民工侧面对着我,手里还拿着一块馒头, Yesterday evening wearing a police uniform to go through a promenade, halfway to the line, in front of seven or eight foreign workers sitting on the floor and squatting, it seems to eat dinner, next to a bag of bags of luggage. When I approached, a few of them seemed a little tense and looked at me intently, as if they had “taken the road” to eat, and hesitated to give way. Corridor in the middle of a migrant workers facing me, holding a piece of bread in his hand,