那年月,我最期盼的一件事,就是等待有个陌生人把我带走,带到陌生的地方。这个念头很强烈,一点不考虑身世和现实。或许那时我身体里的血脉早被别人带走了,这个别人可能是少年维特、奥斯特洛夫斯基、高觉民等等。我一直在等陌生人,不知道具体是谁,只知道他是我 One thing I was most looking forward to that year and that month was to wait for a stranger to take me to a strange place. This idea is very strong, not considering life experience and reality at all. Perhaps the blood in my body was taken away by others earlier. This may be young Witt, Ostrovsky, Gao Juemin and so on. I have been waiting for strangers, I don’t know who it is, I only know that he is me