回到荒野一包香烟。一枚打火机。一张旧报纸。一大瓶秋林格瓦斯。一把卧在刀鞘中的锋利藏刀。这些物品早就老实地待在背包里了。耳塞和手机呢,揣在上衣兜里。一切就这么准备好了。有点像出征前的赛车手。服装不太对路,不是赛车服,也没头盔可戴,还是平时那身装扮,不干不净的。脸上呈现介于知识分子和下岗工人之间的苍白与憔悴。眼神呢,噢,带点儿轻度精神病人的狂躁。总之,不算太好,但也并没坏到哪儿去,这就是我那平平淡淡的生活。 Back to the wilderness a pack of cigarettes. A lighter. An old newspaper. A big bottle of Qiurongge gas. A sharp knife hidden in the scabbard. These items have long been honest in the backpack. Earplugs and cell phones, hides in the jacket pocket. Everything is ready. A bit like a racing driver before the show. Clothing is not on the road, not a racing suit, nor a helmet to wear, or usually the body dress, not clean. His face is pale and haggard between intellectuals and laid-off workers. Eyes look, oh, a little mad man with mild mental illness. In short, not too good, but not bad where to go, this is my flat life.