一我在半夜的城市丛林里寻找父亲。A4纸上有我手机里的父亲头像,写上了姓名,身高,头发颜色,衣裤颜色,走失的时间地点,重酬答谢。我从家门口一路走出来,每隔几十米就在电线杆、墙上贴上寻人启事。中环线的高架桥下,街灯的茫茫黄色里搅动着大卡车和公交车掀动的灰尘,我拎着一只曾经装满三百张打印纸和工具、此刻打印纸已所剩无几的塑料袋,完全暴露在有毒的扬尘里,而且,这仿佛是某个无人的国度,确切的说,人只能关在铁盒子里以远高于步行的速度行驶,以此保持路的性质。几乎只有我在步行, I look for my father in the midst of the jungle in the middle of the night. A4 paper on my cell phone father’s picture, write the name, height, hair color, color underwear, lost time and place, heavy payoff. I walked out from the door all the way, every few tens of meters in the telephone pole, posted on the wall tracing. Under the viaduct of the Central Link, the vast yellow of the street lights stirred the dust of trucks and bus lifts. I was carrying a plastic bag that had been filled with 300 sheets of printing paper and tools, Completely exposed to the poisonous dust, and this seems to be an unmanned country. To be precise, people can only keep their way in the iron box at a much higher pace than walking to keep the nature of the road. Almost only I am on foot,