今晚我值班。凌晨3点左右,编辑部的热线电话骤然响起。这是一个来自上海的女人的声音,轻柔而凄凉,断断续续,欲言又止,听得出来,她肯定有难言之隐想要吐露。果然,她告诉我,她为之付出了沉重代价的那个“美梦”已经破灭了,现在她的心情非常糟糕,她难以走出这灵魂的误区。她甚至想到了死…… Tonight I am on duty. Around 3am, the editorial department’s hotline suddenly sounded. This is the voice of a woman from Shanghai, soft and desolate, intermittent, restless, can be heard, she must have unspeakable hidden want to tell. Sure enough, she told me that the “sweet dream” for which she had paid a heavy price has been shattered. Now she is in such a bad mood that she can hardly get out of the misunderstanding of this soul. She even thought of death ...