夜读俄国作家谢德林的散文《老马》,心情突然很恶劣,我简直没有耐心读完它。在阔人们论及老马的命运时,老马已经返回到作为挽具的身份里,拉着沉重的负荷远去了。这是老马唯一能够活下去的办法,也是很多人唯一延续自己呼吸的方式。灵魂?什么灵魂?如果对一匹移动的挽具来说还有灵魂的话,那也只有在它们的身份里去寻找,比如,在那暗如死灰的眼光里,在那破损的马蹄上,或者在那些鞭痕 Night reading Russian writer Xie Delin’s essay “old horse”, the mood suddenly abominable, I simply did not finish it with patience. When people talk about the fate of the horse, the horse has returned to the status as a harness, took a heavy load away. This is the only way for the horse to survive, but also the only way many people continue to breathe. Soul? What soul? If there is a soul for a moving harness, then it should only be found in their identity, for example, in darkness, on the broken horseshoe, or In those whip marks