本来我只是在给卷毛一个人写信,没有计划要写多长的信,只想勾勾描描我现在的生活。但是在写信的时候,即使我写的是现在,眼前,脑海里都是过去的片段。从前宿舍里窄窄的淡黄色桌子,床底下的青色的铁皮箱,常年挂上的白色蚊帐,在蚊帐里仓促叠 Originally, I was just writing a letter to Curly, I did not plan to write a long letter, I just wanted to give a glimpse of my life now. But at the time of writing, even though I wrote it now, my mind is a fragment of the past. Once upon a time in the dormitory narrow yellow table, under the bed of the blue tin, perennial hanging white mosquito nets, haggard in mosquito net stack