读郑振铎的《猫》,你会痛感生命的脆弱。不是么?作者养的第一只猫,是那么可爱:“花白的毛,很活泼,如带着泥土的白雪球似的,常在廊前太阳光里滚来滚去”,但“不知怎地忽然消瘦了,也不肯吃东西,光泽的毛也亏涩了,终日躺在厅上的椅下,不肯出来……只是毫无生意地,懒惰地,郁闷地躺 Reading Zheng Zhenyi’s “Cat”, you will feel the fragility of life. Isn’t it? The first cat the author raised was so cute: “The grey hair is very lively, like a white snowball with mud, often rolling in the sunlight in front of the gallery,” but “somehow Suddenly he lost weight and refused to eat. The shiny hair was also astringent. He lay on the chair in the hall all day long, refused to come out...just lay down lazily and depressed.