最近我迷上了地面阅读。观看地面一群小蚂蚁排成“人”字形勤勤恳恳在洞穴旁转悠,背上驮着一粒饭,一片甘蔗屑,一具动物残骸的翅膀片断……一群默默的搬运工,搬着它们的身体和粮食,满足地行进在我的视线里。想起诗人的一句诗来:“面对一只小鸟/如果能/伟大成一粒米/或者高尚成一只虫/那该多好。”现在,我也想伟大成一只蚂蚁,扛着自己乌黑发亮的躯体秘密行进在队伍之中。我是自己身体的搬运工。每日搬着它晃荡在街道、单位、书店,衣坊、邮局……最近搬运强度越来 Recently I fell in love with reading on the ground. A group of small ants watching the ground lined up in a “person” shape diligently wandering around the cave, carrying a meal on the back, a piece of cane sugar, a piece of animal wreck wings ...... A group of porters, moving Their bodies and their food, satisfied to travel in my line of sight. Think of a poet’s poem: “Now I want to be a great ant and carry myself.” Black shiny body walking in the ranks of the secret. I am a porter of my own body. Daily move it sloshing in the streets, units, bookstores, clothing Square, post office ... Recently more and more carrying strength