多年以后,战友离别重逢,仿佛成了一个久违的信号。发信号的人很少以“群”的名义路过我所在的城市,但这并不妨碍我独自走在华灯初上的街道,想象他们有朝一日浩浩荡荡打我身边集结的场面。许多时候,他们只可能独自游过这座银杏疯长的城市,很像我此时一个人漫步在万年场双庆路,目光有些游离,有时拿着手机,却不知打给谁,望着霓虹闪烁和车来车往,恰似一只找不到方向的鹰。 Years later, comrades farewell reunion, seems to have become a long-lost signal. Rather than passing through my city in the name of “herd,” it did not prevent me from walking alone in the streets of China, imagining that they might one day be playing the scene of a gathering by me. Many times, they can only swim alone in this gingko soaring city, like me at this time a person wandering in the field of Shuangqing Road, eyes some free, sometimes holding a cell phone, but do not know who to call, looking at Ni Rainbow flashes and car to the car, just like a can not find the direction of the eagle.