那是一个平平常常的早晨,我和许多人一样,在新华书店门口等待开门。薄薄的晨雾让我感到一丝压抑。人们都睡眼朦胧,好像在回忆昨夜的好梦。门终于开了,正如料想的那样,人挤得像罐头里的沙丁鱼。硬着头皮进吧。我跟在一名中年男子的身后挤进了门。这名男子身材魁梧,左手提着一袋水果,右手拎着个包,两臂伸展着保护前面一个戴网球帽的小男孩。他的动作好像“老鹰捉小鸡”游戏中的鸡妈妈,张开双臂努力地保护着自 It was an ordinary morning, like many, I waited for the door at the Xinhua Bookstore. A thin morning fog made me feel a little suppressed. People are dim-eyed, as if memories of a dream last night. The door finally opened, just as expected, people squeezed like canned sardines. Bite the bullet forward. I followed behind a middle-aged man into the door. The man was tall, his left hand carrying a bag of fruit, his right hand carrying a bag, his arms stretched out to protect a boy wearing a tennis cap in front of him. His actions seem to be “Eagles catch chickens ” chicken mother in the game, work hard to protect themselves with open arms