聊天是幸福的,而阅读是最精致的聊天。书是一扇门,打开就会看到许多无法言说的忧伤。我走了进去,便想沉浸在里面……最近很长一段时间,我都无法很连贯地写出一些东西。零零散散的文字,像我四处游离的思想,没有归宿的精灵。整个假期我都在读张爱玲,读她的散文评论、小说。在看过一篇《金锁记》之后便不愿再看。字里行间散发出一种像晚清中国旧宅中精致雕花的老檀木箱子发出的淡淡的腐朽气味,字句化成一只细小的毒蛇,慢慢地钻 Chat is happy, and reading is the most exquisite chat. The book is a door. When you open it, you will see many unspeakable sadnesses. When I walked in, I wanted to immerse myself in it... For a long time, I couldn’t write something coherently. Scattered texts, like the thoughts I’m drifting around, have no homecoming elf. I have been reading Zhang Ailing for the whole holiday and reading her prose comments and novels. After reading a book called “The Golden Lock,” he wouldn’t want to see it again. Between the lines, a faint, rotten odor emanates from the old carved sandalwood box in the old Chinese homes of the late Qing Dynasty. The words are translated into a tiny poisonous snake and slowly drilled.