Morhey Yan

Author: Hong Ke
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Publish Date: 2004-01-01
Features: It's still winter in Urumqi, and the night has reached three o'clock when I leave the house. Is this not a form of wandering? I walk past Hongshan, past Xidagiao. The streetlights are like the eyes of Li Lihui, like the eyes of Xiao Wei, the streetlights are the eyes of true lovers! Dewdrops hang on the bright forehead of the night. The wind blows from east to west, from north to south, ignoring the night and the dawn. What exactly do you mean by the dawn you've heard of? The station is always shrouded in smoke, like a burning cigarette. A middle-aged man gets off the soft sleeper carriage, not in a hurry to leave the station. He is clearly captivated by the scene of the swirling smoke. Hes in his pockets, and everyone can guess that he is looking for a cigarette to smoke, but no one cares about this unlucky guy. People getting off the soft sleeper carriage don't smoke? Too careless, too unfair to himself. The crowd begins to thin out, and he looks at the station square. It seems he really wants to smoke a few cigarettes on the platform, because the platform offers a bird's-eye view of the entire station. To smoke in this atmosphere would surely have an unexpected effect. It seems he won't get to enjoy this.