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我夹杂在一群冷漠的乘客中间,面前,地铁的车门缓缓闭拢。隔着有色的玻璃车窗,你的背影似乎有点模糊,但我还是望见你艰难地弯下腰,放下巨大的编织袋,将手伸入了一个垃圾箱中,摸索着……脚下开始微微震动起来,我看见你掏出一只塑料瓶,在地上费劲地踩扁,又小心地放入袋中。地铁向前飞速驶去,你缓慢的身影被留在上一个站台里。还记得吗?那个周日你走进这个地铁站,一边心疼方才地铁票花去的三元钱,一边在一块巨大的像镜子一样的金属屏前停下。地铁站的光有些晃眼,但屏幕里站着一个和你一样落魄的老人。
I am mixed among a group of indifferent passengers, in front of the subway door slowly closed. Through the tinted glass window your back looks a bit fuzzy, but I still see you bending over with difficulty and putting down a huge woven bag, reaching into a litter bin, groping ... the foot starts to vibrate slightly Get up and I see you pull out a plastic bottle, work hard on the ground, and carefully put it into the bag. The subway speeding forward, your slow figure was left in the previous platform. Do you still remember that Sunday you walked into this subway station, on the other hand, it was so distressing for the three dollars that the subway ticket had just spent, and stopped before a huge metal mirror like a mirror. The light of the subway station is dazzling, but there is an old man on the screen standing like you.