跳下去,胆子就有桶那么粗我至今都有恐高症,一旦梦中有它就必是噩梦。人跳下去了,但灵魂骤然龟缩在心脏里面,被一枚钉子钉在桥栏上,等坠落到水面的一瞬,它才像一颗子弹一样穿过喉咙射回胸膛。水花溅开的时刻,就是我撕裂黑夜的恐怖叫喊。在七十年代的头四年,我十二三岁,已跳完了锦江上的主要大桥。每次回成都,经过南门大桥(或叫锦江大桥,就在锦江宾馆的旁边),我都要抽 Jumped, courageous barrels are so thick I have so far fear of heights, once the dream has it will be a nightmare. The man jumped down, but the soul suddenly crouched in the heart, nailed to the bridge by a nail, and crashed into the chest like a bullet as it crashed into the water. Splash time is the scream of terror I tear the night. In the first four years of the seventies, I was 12 or 13 years old and had completed the main bridge on the Jinjiang River. Each time back to Chengdu, after the South Gate Bridge (or called Jinjiang Bridge, next to Jinjiang Hotel), I have to pumping