搬家时发现了一大堆旧物,那旧物塞满了书架,首先摸出来的盒带和唱片,再往下一摞旧书,书皮落满尘土,纸页间透出霉味。我不记得那是什么时候存下的旧书,阁楼光线晦暗,无法分辨上面的字迹,所有物件只能看清一个大致的轮廓。这些曾经朝夕相处的书,时隔多年,如故交旧友一样,因时间空间的相隔,变得陌生起来。 When moving, he found a whole bunch of old objects stuffed with bookshelves, the first cartons and records he touched, and then the stack of old books, the bookbaths covered with dust, and the pages of paper smelling the musty smell. I do not remember when old books were kept, the attic was dull, unable to discern the above writing, and all the objects could only see a rough outline. These books, which have been in contact with each other for a long time, have become unfamiliar because of old age and old age.