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前情: 在行色匆匆的地铁口,在人头攒动的大巴站,我们每个人都是过客。没 有语言,没有声响,只有肢体的摩擦与冲撞。然而,或许只是一个落寞的眼 神,一个沧桑的微笑,就会让你意识到他抑或她和你是同一物种的人。喜欢 相同的颜色,喜欢相同的音乐,喜欢相同的食物,喜欢…… 你们可能一辈子也不会成为朋友,不会在静谧的咖啡馆谈论自己喜爱的 电影。但是你们的确曾经在某个瞬间彼此温暖,因为你们属于同类。在这个 甚嚣尘上的钢铁森林里,是谁可以给我们安慰,让我们灵魂宁静,让我们心 有戚戚。哦,是我们的同类。 或许标签之于你我如同躯壳之于灵魂,只是形式而非内容。我们身体力 行的不过是一种生活的方式,我们摇旗呐喊的不过是一种人生的姿态。我们 所要求的也无非是尘世的一点安稳和幸福。让我们双手合什,向上帝许愿: 从明天开始,做一个幸福的人。喂马、劈柴,周游天下。让我们从这里出 发,去寻找我们的同类……
Love: In the rush of the subway, in the crowded bus station, each of us is a passenger. No language, no sound, only the body’s friction and collision. However, perhaps only a lonely look, a vicissitudes of the smile, will make you realize that he or she and you are the same species of people. Like the same color, like the same music, like the same food, like ... you may not be friends forever, not talking about your favorite movie in a quiet cafe. But you did warm one another at one moment because you belong to the same class. In this rampant steel forest, who can give us comfort, let our soul quiet, so that we have the heart Qi. Oh, it’s ours. Perhaps the label for you I am like a shell to the soul, only the form rather than the content. What we do is nothing more than a way of life, but we are just a gesture of life. What we ask is nothing more than the stability and happiness of the earthly world. Let us both hands together, make a wish to God: from tomorrow, be a happy person. Feeding horses, chopping wood, travel around the world. Let’s start from here and look for our class ...