一夜幕魔影星期天,凌晨四时许,大街小巷死一般寂静,昏黄的路灯下,花花绿绿的碎纸屑在瑟瑟寒风中飞舞。除了低吼的风声和远处传来的扫街人竹扫帚的哗哗声,仿佛再也听不到别的动静了。在北京火车站高大的钟楼下,有条不起眼的小巷,这里有间门脸不大 A night of magic shadow Sunday, four o’clock in the morning, the streets are generally dead silence, dim lights, colorful confetti flying in the whistling cold wind. In addition to the roar of wind and distant sweeps from the whisk of bamboo street broom, as if no longer hear the other movement. Under the tall clock tower in Beijing Railway Station, there is a humble alley, there is not much between the door