从小到大,看周围,没改变的只有天上的星星。它们没少也没多,这是我的猜想。我小时候不只一次数星星,但没有一次成功。星星像倒扣的扎满了窟隆的水桶,射入桶外的光亮。星星像深蓝海滩晾晒的珍珠,风干后发出贝壳的石灰质的淡光。星星是天外不知疲倦的守夜人,记录着地球的转速。星星假如少了——比我出生的时候少了两颗——也没人发现,更 From small to large, look around, no change in the sky only the stars. It is my guess that they have not been less or less. When I was a child, I not only counted a few stars but did not succeed once. Stars like an undercut packed cave bucket, into the bucket outside the light. The stars pearl like the sunbathing beaches of the deep blue, dried lime-shimmering seashells. The stars are tireless night watchmen who keep track of the earth’s speed. The stars are fewer - two fewer than when I was born - and no one has found it yet