我一直没能对生活,对周围的一切做出诗意的理解。我不是没进行努力,只是发现那样做的结果总是得出似是而非的结论。——洪峰那天傍晚,我站在院中,听到一群鸽子在头顶扇动翅膀的杂沓之音。而当我抬头,视线中除了几片被霞光浸透的云朵之外,一无所有。即便这样,我仍然固执地仰望着,通常一站就是很久。期间,妻子打开橱窗的玻璃,问我需不需要去看心理医生。我仰着头,朝厨房的方向摆着手示意她不要讲话。她见我如此顽固,提高了嗓门。我目不转睛 I have not been able to make a poetic understanding of life and everything around me. I did not make no effort, I just found that the result of doing so always come to the specious conclusion. - On the evening of that peak, I stood in the courtyard and heard the noise of a group of pigeons flapping their wings over their heads. And when I looked up, in sight except for a few clouds soaked by Rays, nothing. Even so, I still stubbornly looked up, usually one stop is a long time. During his wife opened the window glass, asked me if I need to see a psychiatrist. I looked up, hand in the direction of the kitchen She said she should not speak. She saw me so stubborn and raised my voice. I am staring