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和很多人一样,我关于“忍耐”最初的记忆来自打针。我不是陀思妥耶夫斯基,不知道上绞刑架是什么感觉。想来想去,也只有酒精涂到屁股上的瞬间可以与之相比:那一刻,皮肤和心脏同时冰凉,全身僵硬,灵魂出窍。残余的一点理性不断告诫自己:“忍住啊!千万忍住啊!”只要眼泪最终不流下来,就算这次忍耐成功了。惭愧的是,幼年时代我在这方面成功率极低,堪比Aray.S投篮。每当两道热流从脸上划过,我
Like many people, my first memory of “patience ” comes from an injection. I am not Dostoyevsky, I do not know what it feels like on the gallows. Just want to go, but only alcohol coated ass can be compared with the moment: at that moment, the skin and heart at the same time cold, stiff body, soul out of know. The remnants of a little rational continue to warn myself: “hold back! Do not hold back! ” As long as the tears do not flow down, even if this patience succeeded. Ashamed, I was very young in this area with very low success rate, comparable to Aray.S shot. Whenever two heat flow across the face, I