熙熙攘攘的人群,灯红酒绿的城市,觥筹交错的夜晚,一桌美酒佳肴,三五酒友相聚,这是我生活的缩影。酒尽人散之后夜归,倘若真的醉了,一天就这么过去了;如若酒醉三分醒,最怕午夜梦回问自己身在何处,家在何处?蓦然回首,在过去十年里,我住过五六个城市,搬过十几次家,如此身不由己、颠沛流离的生活,我觉得自己越来越像游牧民族。 Bustling crowds, glittering cities, shoving staggered night, a table of fine wine, thirty-five friends together, this is a microcosm of my life. If you really drunk, so one day passed; Ruo drunk wake up, most afraid of midnight dream asked where they are, where? When I look back, in the past ten During the year, I lived in five or six cities and moved more than a dozen times, so I could not help myself and displaced myself. I feel I am more and more like a nomadic people.