我到华东师大读书是1981年,那时的校园空旷寂寥,远没有后来那般喧嚣。我记得出了学校的后门,就是郊农的菜地和花圃了,长风公园的“银锄湖”与学校也只有一墙之隔。校园的西南角还有一处空军的雷达站,虽近在咫尺,却让人可望而不可即,犹如卡夫卡笔下的城堡。那个年代的读书和言谈的风气,似乎人人羞于谈论常识,我们去跟人家讨论《浮士德》《伊利亚特》和《神曲》,对方露出鄙夷的神色是十分自然的;而为别人所津津乐道的拉格洛芙和太宰治,我们则是闻所未闻,只有自 I went to East China Normal University to study in 1981, when the campus was open and lonely, far from being noisy. I remember the school’s back door, is the suburbs of vegetable fields and flower beds, Changfeng Park’s “silver hoe lake” and the school is only separated by a wall. There is also an Air Force radar station in the southwest corner of the campus. Although it is within easy reach, it can be as expected as Kafka’s castle. At that time, the atmosphere of reading and talking seemed as if everyone was ashamed to talk about common sense. When we discussed with people about “Faust”, “Iliad” and “Divine Comedy,” it was quite natural for the other side to show a contemptuous look; The rabbits and dazai relished, we are unheard of, only from