一好像是张爱玲说的吧,生命是一袭华美的睡袍,里面爬满了虱子。这个我记不确切了。虽然我在市电厂图书室上班,整日守着满屋满架子的图书,可真正读过的也不过十几本。就像饭店的大厨,面对一桌丰盛的菜肴,总也提不起食欲。这就是人们常说的熟悉的地方没有风景,审美疲劳吧?怎么说呢?像我这样的一个女子,年已而立,按说应是人生最华丽的章节,就像窗外的这棵石榴,灼红的花朵开满一树,绿叶红花,煞是惊羡人们的目光。可我觉得自己身已疲惫,心已沧桑,仿佛皴裂粗黑的树干。三十岁的生命,既无华美乐章,又乏精彩段落,里面暗藏的虱子不时噬咬心窗的桑叶,斑驳陆 Eileen Chang seems to say it, life is a gorgeous dressing gown, which covered with lice. I do not remember this exact. Although I work in the municipal power plant library, guarding the book full house shelves, can really read a dozen or so. Like the hotel chef, the face of a table of sumptuous cuisine, the total can not mention appetite. This is what people often say is familiar place without scenery, aesthetic fatigue, right? How to say? A woman like me, the year has been established, according to say should be the most gorgeous chapter in life, like the pomegranate outside the window, bright red The flowers are full of trees, green leaves safflower, it is truly amazed people’s attention. But I feel tired, heart has been vicissitudes, as if chapped thick black trunk. Thirty-year-old life, neither gorgeous music, but also a wonderful paragraph, hidden inside the lice from time to time bite bite mulberry leaves, spotty Lu