要乘车赶回家竟大为不易。弗兰德仍然象是个刚来到这个城市的陌生人一样,疲倦、燥热,满身尘土,周围的一切已吸引不了他了。弗兰德大汗淋漓,在汗光中,在竖着布满尘土的黄黑站牌的人行道上,他已经站了十分钟了。他两只手不停地倒换着拿他那些包包,两条腿也不停地倒换着支撑他的体重。在他左边,一长 It is far from easy to get back home by car. Flanders, still strange like a stranger who had just arrived in the city, was tired, hot and dusty, and everything around him was no longer appealing to him. Flanders sweat, in the sweat, standing on the dusty yellow-black station sidewalk, he has been standing for ten minutes. He kept changing his hands with his bags, his legs are constantly switching to support his weight. On his left, a long time