前几年,我在南方的一个海岛上生活过、挣扎过、哭泣过、听海过……现在回想起来,像隔重重千世,恍然如梦。 记忆最深刻的一次,事业败了,整个人陷入绝望的深渊,没得救了。当我提着被房东扔出来的行李,一个人走在城市的深夜里,不知该往那里去,就这样走着,没有方向。方向对我已不重要了。 A few years ago, I lived on an island in the South, struggled, wept over, and listened to the sea ... Now, in retrospect, it is like a dream of every world. Memory of the most profound one, the cause of failure, the whole person into the abyss of despair, could not be saved. When I carry luggage thrown out by the landlord, a person walking in the city at night, I do not know where to go, so walked, no direction. The direction is no longer important to me.