如果岁月是根甘蔗,我便是一名种植者、修葺者、砍伐者、鉴赏者,或者一肥厚的污泥,或者一只不断攀爬的蚂蚁,或者高处飘忽的闲云。总之我什么都是,又什么都不是。而此刻,我多想是一把刀,将甘蔗节节寸断。我微微疼痛却目光炯炯……据说植物被切割时也会因疼痛而叫喊。凡事都有它的临界点。今天我的临界点是凌晨五时,它分割了我的清醒与昏蒙、黑夜与白天。我从不畏惧长久的昏暗以求 If the years are the root cane, I am a grower, a repairer, a deforestor, a connoisseur, or a thicker sludge, or a climbing ants, or an idyllic lonely cloud. In short I am everything, but nothing. At the moment, I would like to think more of a knife, the sugarcane section cut off. I was slightly painful but eyes look bright ... ... It is said that when the plant is cut will be screaming because of pain. Everything has its critical point. Today, my critical point is five o’clock in the morning, which divides my soberness and dimness, darkness and daylight. I never fear long-term darkness