二零二四年六月十八日十四点五十分，我从宁波回上海。车经跨海大桥，晦暗之后，彼岸复现。滩涂向我延伸，拟无边际。我做了一个梦、踩在湿泥上，咸水渗出来，脚掌冰凉硌疼。抬头见到高墙水泥、铁马般奔来。在撞击刹那间醒了。车子刚好把滩涂甩在后面。矿泉水翻倒，漏满我的鞋。
June 18, 2024, at 2:50 P.M., I was returning to Shanghai from Ningbo. As the car crossed the sea bridge, the opposite shore reappeared after the gloom. The tidal flats stretched toward me...
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