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一逝者永逝,生者又能做些什么呢?桌上放着厚厚一叠打印的谈话稿,它不过是2005年夏天以来诗人彭燕郊先生与我的谈话中化为文字的那一部分,更多的、更生动的已化入无边的黑暗之中。2005年长沙的夏天酷热难当,最初的四次访谈,为8月8日、10日、11日、17日,都是下午,每一次,我都是下午两点二十左右出发,一路上,白花花的阳光照着,150路公共汽车总是空荡,燥热。四十分钟之后,我敲响了先生的家门,那时先生已坐在门厅前的小方桌边了,而茶也已经泡好。在此之前,我见过先生四次:第一次是
What happened to those who passed away? What a living creature could do? The thick print on the table was nothing more than the part of a poem written by the poet Peng Yanjiao in my conversation with me in the summer of 2005 More and more vivid has been cast into boundless darkness. In the summer of 2005, Changsha was in a hot summer. The first four interviews were held on August 8, 10, 11 and 17, all in the afternoon. Each time, I started at about 2.20 pm. Along the way, Shining white sunshine, 150 bus is always empty, hot. Forty minutes later, I rang the door of my husband, who was sitting by the side of the small table in front of the foyer, and the tea was soaked. Before that, I met Mr. four times: the first time was