这是一座琉璃的城市,四处都是用玻璃搭建,透明得如同一只琥珀,映射着七彩的斑斓。仿佛看见的永远不知道是轻还是重,是远还是近。惟独一片灯火,璀璨得耀眼。这里没有典型的胡同,没有标准的大杂院,只是牵强得似乎很勉强地叫做一个城字。年迈的老奶奶曾经喜欢迈着蹒跚的脚步,踩着一级一级磨得光亮的石阶,对旁边搀扶她的小女孩一遍一遍地诉说着一个又一个的传说,当年这里不叫做城…… This is a glazed city. It is made of glass everywhere. It is transparent like an amber, and it is colorful. As if to see it never knows whether it is light or heavy, far or near. Only a single light was shining. There is no typical alley here, no standard miscellaneous house, but it seems far-fetched to call a city. The old grandmother once liked to walk in the footsteps of her feet, stepping on the bright stone steps at the first grade, and telling the little girl next to her to tell her story one after another. It was not called the city here...