像一群来自乡下的刨地鼠灰头土脸在一条横跨马路的斑马线前他们探头探脑东张西望焦急地等待红灯转绿灯马路对面的工地上高高的吊塔正伸展着手臂忙碌他们刚刚吃过午饭马上要去上工了他们从吃饭的地方走向对面的工地要跨过一条斑马线要穿过城市汹涌咆哮的车流到了工地他们自己的身体就像高高的吊塔那样不停地运转正午的阳光炭火一样灼灼地炙烤着大地而他们正小心翼翼地过马路身处异乡他们深知 Like a group of diggers from the country Gray-faced faces in front of a zebra crossing the road They probe head to head Look around anxiously waiting for the red light turn on the green street The towering cranes are stretching their arms busy They just had lunch They went up from where they ate to the opposite site to cross a zebra crossing to the site through the city’s raging roar. Their own body kept running like a midday sun like a tall pendant. Baked with the earth and they are careful to cross the road in a foreign land they know