我不知道经历了多少个春秋,只是安逸地享受现状,或者说服役于生活。小时候经常看着爷爷用锯齿温柔地咬着枯树的皮肤,一点一点地剖解它,我在旁边很小心地抚摩着微微湿润的树的内脏,仔细地数着像棒棒糖彩纹一样的年轮,然后看着夕阳西下。 I do not know how many spring and autumn I experienced. I just enjoy the status quo comfortably, or say I’m in service. When I was a child, I often watched Grandpa scratch his teeth gently with the serrated tree skin, little by little to dissect it, and I carefully stroked the viscera of the slightly moist tree and carefully counted like lollipops. The annual rings then look at the sunset.