很难再有地方像新加坡这样让人不知身处何国了。门口堆满鞋子的印度神庙隔壁,就是香火燎绕的观音堂,而泰式千光寺的不远处,又是穆斯林聚集的清真寺,不时传出古兰经的诵祷声。再走几步,还屹立着十字架高耸的天主教堂。这里一条街满是穿纱丽、额头点着红印的印度女人;旁边一条街又是一群讲粤语的大爷在吹水,可能再往前走一点,拐到CBD附近,就能看到类似香港中环的景象,鱼贯而出写字楼的白领们,又步履匆匆地鱼贯而入地下铁。只有在这里,当我在路上想抓一位路人询问时,会纠结该用哪种语言。看似华人的,走近了一听,他们可能在讲台湾腔的、东北味的、字正腔圆的普通话,也有可能是粤 It’s hard to find another place like Singapore where people do not know where they are. The temple next door, full of shoes, is next door to the temple of incense, while not far from the temple of Thousands of Light, it is also a mosque where Muslims gather. From time to time, the prayer of the Qur’an is heard. A few more steps forward, the church stands tall with its cross. Here is a street full of sari, India, the Indian woman in his forehead dotted; next street is a group of Cantonese speaking uncle in the water, may go a little further, turn around to the CBD, you can see similar to Hong Kong The scene in Central, flies out of the white-collar office workers, they havetily rushed into the subway. Only here, when I was on the road trying to catch a passerby asking, would tangle the language. Seemingly Chinese, approached a listen, they may be talking about Taiwan cavity, northeast flavor, fluent Mandarin, it may be Cantonese