一年关已近,塔山公园游人稀少。在“革命烈士永垂不朽”的大石碑下,我们演唱《一无所有》。正唱得落叶纷纷时,我的手机响了,是杨总,叫我马上回去开常委会。吃人饭听人管,虽然烦得浑身长刺,还得像刺猬一样屁颠屁颠往回赶。杨总平时好说话,但如果不参加常委会,他就会用一百个成语叨得你像孙悟空被唐僧念紧箍咒。公交车来了,人群无厘头地慌乱起来,上车的像被人追杀,下车的如漏网之鱼。我比较淡定,因为,我一无所有。我放松地望着窗外,五光十色的广告词梦一样刷刷刷飞过,说着梦话。 Close to one year, Tashan park sparsely populated. Under the stele of “Revolutionary Martyrs”, we sing “nothing.” Singing leaves are falling, my cell phone rang, General Yang, told me to go back to open the Standing Committee. Listen to people eat human tube, although annoying whole body long thorn, but also like a hedgehog Pidianpidian back to catch up. Yang always had a good time speaking, but if he did not attend the NPC Standing Committee, he would use 100 words to make you like the Monkey King being a mantra. The bus came, the crowd did not make sense of confusion up, like being on the train to kill, get off, such as missing fish. I am relatively calm, because, I have nothing. I am relaxed looking out the window, colorful dreams like the word brush brush fly, talking dream.