2 posts tagged with "王小波风格"

北京的风，据说刮到了十二级。我在单位听到这个消息的时候，正对着电脑屏幕发呆，琢磨着午饭是吃楼下的盖浇饭还是隔壁的拉面。十二级这个数字听起来很厉害，像是个将军的军衔，透着一股不容置疑的权威。但我当时没太当回事，北京嘛，春天刮点风是例行公事，像老太太的唠叨，听多了也就习惯了。顶多就是头发乱点，脸上多点土，权当是免费的磨砂护理。

That swimming hall had been abandoned for a long time. Long enough for the notice posted by the city government on the faded iron gate to change from "Temporarily Closed for Electrical Maintenance" to "Structurally Unsafe, No Entry," and finally, to just a sheet of white paper, eroded by wind and rain until the characters were almost illegible, like a perfunctory band-aid unable to conceal the ever-thickening stillness within.

I don't know why, but I was always drawn to it. Especially after having exactly two glasses of whiskey on the rocks – no more, no less. The city felt like a giant, high-speed tumble dryer, jumbling everything dizzily. Only the swimming hall, like a forgotten sock in the corner of the machine, remained quietly curled up, exuding an almost stubborn scent, out of place with its surroundings. Not just mustiness, nor the lingering smell of chlorine, but more like... how to put it? Like the scent of time itself, settled, tinged with dust and the hopeless aroma of green algae.