坐在餐厅里写稿。餐厅很大,本来也很安静,有些轻轻的音乐,很舒服。然后就来了几个女人,其中一个长得像个皮球,滚圆滚圆,好像无论把她扔到什么地方,都可以弹起来。然后她的声音也从嗓子里弹了出来,她声音的能量不像皮球,而是炮弹,每一个脱口而出的音节,都会在空气中爆炸。于是,叫一杯茶,就像 Sitting in the restaurant writing. The restaurant is large, was also quiet, some light music, very comfortable. Then came a few women, one of them looking like a ball, rounded, as if no matter where she was thrown, can bounce. Then her voice popped out of her throat, her voice not like the ball of energy, but the shells, every blurted syllable, will explode in the air. So, calling a cup of tea, like