那时我们都还小,所有的万物都等着被指认,被命名。哪怕所有的事物都拥挤在心里,仍热切地把它们一一放进心盒,吸收每个和它们认识的点点滴滴。每一张脸谱,每一个连结的星图,星图后的关系族谱,大街小巷的渊源,花花草草的暧昧,树种的起源……直到空气飘散着费洛蒙,每个孩子都有了懵懂的爱情欲望,像小王子和玫瑰花在寂寞的星球。 At that time we were all small, and all things were waiting to be identified and named. Even if all the things are crowded in the heart, still eagerly put them one by one into the heart box, absorbed each and every bit they know. Each Facebook, each linked star map, the relationship between the genealogy after the chart, the streets of the origin, ambiguous flowers and trees, the origin of the species ... ... until the air floated with pheromones, each child has ignorant Love desires, like little princes and roses on a lonely planet.