写作者有一种情结:爱与时间打情骂俏。以为后人是听钟子期弹琴的伯牙,以为后人的审美尺度要高出今人一大截。所以悬梁锥股,形容枯槁。但我得说时间是一个额头上贴着王八蛋标签的魔术师。杰作纯属历史与我们开的玩笑。《量子物理史话》关于电子的“波粒二象性”有着奇异的描述:这匹马同时又是白色的,又是红色的。文学作品亦不例外,它可能既是经典,又是垃圾。关键取决于我们的观察方式。“我们”是谁? Writers have a complex: Love and time flirting. That future generations is to listen to the clock playing piano teeth, that the descendants of aesthetic standards should be higher than today’s big. So hanging beam cone, described as dry. But I have to say that time is a magician with a Bastard Egg label on his forehead. Masterpiece is purely history and we joke. The History of Quantum Physics has a singular description of the electronic “wave-particle duality”: the horse is white and red at the same time. Literary works are no exception, it may be both classic, but also rubbish. The key depends on our observation. "who are we?