深秋的季节,早上还有点薄雾,带着一丝凉意,刚刚天上还飘着牛毛细雨;西干道上已是人来人往,车辆穿梭。两旁耸立的高楼,巨人似的直立着,好象在嘲笑地上的行人比蚂蚁还小,一辆红色的小汽车飞驰而过,使行人的步子也不自禁的轻快起来。“五分的卖三百伍拾元一个,五○年的硬币。”是一个穿着皮茄克的年青人,牛仔裤不太新只是两侧的裤兜特大,他身后是刚动工的地基外围墙。“恁贵,收去干啥哟?”是一个老女人,背着竹篓,头 In the late fall season, there is still a bit of mist in the morning, with a touch of coolness, and there has been drizzle in the sky. There have been people coming and going on the Western Road and the vehicles are shuttled. The tall buildings that stood on either side of the tower stood like giants, as if the ridicule of the pedestrians was smaller than the ants, and a red car flew by, making the pace of the pedestrian unbridled. “Five cents to sell 300 yuan a coin, 50 years of coins.” Is a young man wearing a leather jacket, jeans are not too new just the sides of the trousers pocket is large, behind him is the foundation foundation just started. . “Ye Gui, do you want to get rid of?” is an old woman carrying a bamboo basket and head