那天,南方这个城市正下着入夏以来第一场大雨,雨水使得湿热的城市柔软而含混。我靠在床上,心灵的远景正被索尔仁尼琴那本有名的《古拉格群岛》涂得悲壮而苍凉。大学时的好友超从遥远的西安打来电话说:你知道吗?伟已经走了,走时,身着警服躺在鲜花丛中的他神态很安详,但眼角却分 That day, the southern city is undergoing the first heavy rains since summer, and the rain made the city hot and humid soft and vague. I lean on the bed, the vision of the soul is being tragic and desolation painted by the famous “Gulag Archipelago” of Solzhenitsyn. University friend over the distant Xi’an called and said: Do you know? Wei has gone, go, dressed in police uniform lying in the flowers in his demeanor is very serene, but his eyes are divided