我往图书馆去一春天,午后的太阳,照得人懒洋洋的,就像所有的人都要睡着似的。我喝了二两酒,就更昏着的,是否就差一点,就睡倒,不是我使劲地绷着神经,驱散酒精,一松劲,就彻底睡着似的。一切的一切,就像做梦一样,在我的眼前,游动着。别人说的梦游,也许就是这样的感觉。所有眼前的东西,似真非真,都像是纸片似的贴着。 I went to the library for a spring, the afternoon sun, as lazy people, just as all people have to fall asleep. I drank twenty-two wine, even more dizzy, whether it is almost to fall asleep, not my nervously stretched, dispel the alcohol, a loose, completely asleep like. Everything is like a dream, in my sight, swimming. People say sleepwalking, maybe that’s the feeling. All in front of things, it seems true, are like a piece of paper attached.