必须写么?我这样问自己的时候,刚刚下过一场雨。雨很大,我乘坐的车子已经驶入一片茫茫,以致我无法预测车窗外到底隐伏着什么危险,车子也停不下来,只能顺着雨一直朝前开。我似乎是被这场雨而不是被这辆车带到了一个莫名的地方。但是当太阳出来时,秩序便都恢复了,恢复得就是这么快。以致我一下车就找到自己的家门,并且坐在靠椅上,拿起里尔克的一本散文集。我看到了这样一句话:“你在深夜最寂静的时刻问问你自己:我必须写吗?你要在自身内挖掘一个深刻 Must I write? When I asked myself, I just had a rain. The rain was great. The car I was riding in was vast and I could not predict what danger was hidden by the car window. The car could not stop anymore. It had to go straight ahead along the rain. I seem to be this rain rather than being brought to the car an unexplained place. But when the sun came out, the order was restored and recovery was so fast. So I got out of the car to find my own home, and sat on the chair, picked up an essay collection of Rilke. I saw the sentence: ”You ask yourself in the middle of the night the most silent moment: I have to write? You have to dig a deep inside