一梦六七年。又到一年高考时。如此喧闹焦躁的时令,常常会在被一夜的瓢泼大雨吵得无法安睡的夜晚,试图回想起从二零零几年某个值得纪念的夏天,究竟有多少场熟悉的令人难以入眠的夜雨。一如当年兵荒马乱的高三,我想起来,便会觉得——那是适合搁放在回忆里的醉生梦死。 A dream six or seven years. Another year to college entrance examination. So noisy seasonal, often in a pouring rain overnight quarrelsome sleepless nights, trying to recall from a memorable summer of 2000, how many familiar with difficult to sleep in the rainy night . Just as the third year of chaos, I think of it, I think - that is suitable for resting in the memory of the dream of death.