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几天前,2011年初的一个寒风萧萧的冬夜,我做了一个梦。我梦见在四川简阳街心公园的露天茶座,黄铁鹰老师戴着他那顶标志性的灰色鸭舌帽坐在我身旁,我们一边吃着花生一边跟桌子对面张勇儿时的伙伴——如今的茶馆老板两口子热火朝天地聊着张勇当年在这个公园里跟人玩牌打架的段子,面前的花生壳堆了一桌子。张勇坐在一边,有一搭没一搭的,偶尔插句话。他一只脚蹬着眼前的小树干,借势后仰着身子,身下的椅子倾斜着,翘起两条椅子腿儿悬在空中,漫不经心地前后
A few days ago, a frigid winter night in early 2011, I made a dream. I dreamed of sitting in the open-air cafes in Jianyang Jiexin Park in Sichuan, and Mr. Huang Tieying sat beside me wearing his top-capped gray cap. While eating peanuts, I was opposite the table with Zhang Yong’s childhood friend - now teahouse boss two Passing in full swing in the mouth chatting Zhang Yong was playing in the park with people fighting the passage, peanut shells in front of a pile of tables. Zhang Yong sitting on the side, there is no take a ride, occasionally insert a word. He was a small pedal in front of the trunk, leaning back body, under the chair tilted, tilted two chair legs hanging in the air, carelessly before and after