很久以前,我认识一帮朋友,其中有一个在读初中的时候死了,剩下的还混迹于世。因为我们那帮人都是痞子,对生命这回事的理解非常简单,就是吃饱了睡,睡够了吃,剩余的时间都花在胡思乱想上。于是逐渐悟出了生命的真谛,那就是——人生真是百无聊赖。假如很早就嗝儿屁了(例如那个英年早逝的哥们),那是莫大的幸福。假如轮到我现在才嗝儿屁(我现在33岁),那是浓黑的苦痛。区别在于,除了吃饱了睡,睡够了吃之外,我终于相当早慧地发觉有许多事要做。虽然还不免胡思乱想,但是有了一个自我存在的命题:如 A long time ago, I met a group of friends, one of whom died when I was in junior high school, and the rest came to life. Because of our gang of people are ruffian, the understanding of life is very simple, that is, eat full sleep, sleep enough to eat, the rest of the time spent on cranky. So gradually realized the true meaning of life, that is - life is really bored. If the early hiccups fart (for example, the young man premature death), it is a great happiness. If it was my turn now belch fart (I am now 33 years old), it is thick black pain. The difference is that apart from being asleep and having enough sleep to eat, I finally found out quite a bit early to know that there was much to be done. Although inevitably cranky, but there is a self-existence proposition: such as