多年前我曾经坐在北京西郊鹫峰之下的一个大教室里,听过一场特别的“演讲”。那是最炎热的夏天,头顶的电扇忽忽地转动,挤满了两三百人的大教室里汗臭逼人。讲台上却没有人,只有一台音量放到最大的录音机,带着苏北口音的“梦想”就从那台录音机里流淌出来。我至今仍觉得那是一幕非常奇怪的场景,在注意力普遍短缺的时代,演讲者的肉身都未出现,无数年轻人却抱着一种尊崇的心情自始至终聆听。 Years ago I was sitting in a large classroom under Jiufeng in the western suburb of Beijing and heard a special “speech”. It was the hottest summer, overhead fan suddenly turn, packed with two or three hundred people in the classroom sweat odor pressing. There was no one on the podium, only one volume on the largest tape recorder, with a northern Jiangsu accent “dream ” from that recorder flowing. I still think it was a very strange scene. In an era of general lack of attention, the body of the speaker did not appear. Countless young people listened from beginning to end in a venerated mood.