本来我只是在给卷毛一个人写信,没有计划要写多长的信,只想勾勾描描我现在的生活。但是在写信的时候,即使我写的是现在,而眼前、脑海里都是过去的片段。从前宿舍里窄窄的淡黄色桌子;床底下青色的铁皮箱;常年挂着的白色蚊帐,在蚊帐里仓促叠成的粉色被子;总是在滴水“滴滴答答”响的空调;被滴水潮湿了的斑驳的墙壁;总是长了青苔的水槽。青苔就是被刮去了,又很快长回来,强烈地抗议我们对它的驱逐。 Originally, I was just writing a letter to Curly, I did not plan to write a long letter, I just wanted to give a glimpse of my life now. But at the time of writing, even though I wrote it now, my mind was the passage of the past. In the past the narrow yellow table in the dorm; under the bed of green tin box; Perennial hanging white mosquito nets in the nets stacked in a hurry pink quilt; always dripping “ticking ” air conditioning; Moist mottled wall; a sink that always grows moss. The moss was scraped away and quickly returned, strongly protesting our expulsion.