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那天下午如同寻常,地铁车厢里大多是行色匆匆的下班族。我坐在座位上,摊开新买的杂志。身旁一个看似长我几岁的青年倚着扶栏,无所事事。几分钟后,我不经意地抬了一下头——他竟然在和我共享杂志上的小说!或许是我的眼神提醒了他,他有些难为情。地铁急速行驶着。正如我每天经历的,一个乞讨者的声音从远处渗入近处的空气。我翻起一页书,自认为拉起了一道与乞丐间的屏障。我用眼睛余光测了一下和他的距离,用速度乘以时间的公式,估
As usual in the afternoon, most of the subway cars are off-duty office workers. I sat in my seat, spreading out new purchases. A young man looks like I am a few years old lean on the fence, doing nothing. A few minutes later, I looked up inadvertently - he even shared a magazine novel with me! Perhaps my eyes reminded him that he was embarrassed. Subway rapid driving. As I am going through everyday, the sound of a beggar infiltrates into the air from afar. I turned a page of a book, thinking I had pulled up a barrier with the beggar. I measured my distance with his eyes, estimated by multiplying the speed by the time