更深的烦闷正在一天比一天地逼迫我,渐浙地内心添了一些恐慌,我似乎看到一个不祥的结局在前面并不遥远的地方等待着我,而我又无力逃避。然而每个人都在安慰我,我的担心不过是荒诞无稽的自寻烦恼,我是忧天的杞人。 一九八五年春天我到《山西文学》编辑部做了编辑。在这之前,我是在一家话剧团里做演员,那时的话剧舞台自停演《假如我是真的》以后,不记得还有过什么可以激动自己又 The deeper boredom was forcing me one by one day, with some panic in my heart, and I seemed to see an ominous ending awaiting me in the not too distant ago, and I could not escape. However, everyone is comforting me, my worry is nothing but absurd intrigues, I am a victim of worry. In the spring of 1985 I went to the editorial department of Shanxi Literature. Before that, I was an actor in a repertory theater. After that stage of the theatrical performance, “if I were real”, I could not remember what else could excite myself