撇开某些众所周知的因素,至少在建筑上,日本这个民族会让我觉得思乡。这种思乡,不仅仅是地理上,更在于一种穿越时空的心理慰藉。骨子里的老灵魂会告诉我,在很多个轮回之前,我曾经住过这样的房子;我曾经在竹林里的小竹屋里吟诗作画;我曾经在涓涓细流之畔待人归来。这骨子里怀旧的情结,在异域他乡竟也得到了慰藉。 Apart from some well-known factors, at least in architecture, the nation of Japan makes me feel homesick. This homesickness, not just geographically, but also in a psychological comfort through time and space. The old soul in my bones will tell me that I had lived in such a house many times before I reincarnated. I once wrote poems in the small bamboo-and-bamboo house in a bamboo grove, and I was once again returned by a trickle. This nostalgic complexion in the heart, in the foreign land actually got comfort.