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夜晚凝视着北京灿烂的街景,我会想,北京,有一种细碎的繁华。灯光是血管,把它的精神它的肉体分割开来,胡同和高楼,糖葫芦和哈根达斯,瑞蚨祥和香奈儿。对立而统一地建立在这一片土地上。它有传统,可它又有非常新潮的东西。它很大,大得能容纳下所有东西,能满足人的所有需求,大得没有什么东西能从整体上改变它,就像北京的雨一样,雨滴落在地上,一会儿就连痕迹都看不出了。它大得没有特点,这里没有北京人,有的是来自全国的人,这里没有北京风味,有的是世界上各种菜系,这里没有北京话,有的是全球那几种常用的语言以及来自我们辽阔国土上的各种方言。
Staring at the splendid streetscape of Beijing at night, I would think that there is a kind of fragmentary prosperity in Beijing. Light is the blood vessels, the spirit of its divisive it, alley and tall buildings, candied haws and Haagen-Dazs, Rui Xiang and Chanel. Oppositely and uniformly established on this piece of land. It is traditional, but it has very trendy things. It is large and big enough to accommodate everything and satisfy all human needs. Nothing big can change it as a whole. Just like the rain in Beijing, rain drops on the ground. Out. It has no features, there is no Peking Man, some people from all over the country, there is no Beijing flavor, some are all kinds of cuisine in the world, there is no Beijing dialect, some are the world's most commonly used languages and from our vast territory Dialects.