我经常梦到我二十岁前住的中国房子,那个房子的前门和后门,门前绿色的信箱,梦里我时常去开那个信箱,信箱里装着很多过期的报纸和杂志,都被雨雪打湿了。我从没有梦到过我后来的房子,柏拉阿图的房子,艾弗内尔的房子,新港的房子,一次都没有。从加州搬到新泽西州以后,我多梦又疲倦,也许真是像他们所说的,新泽西是地狱的门。我的故乡一直下雨。我厌烦下雨带来的潮湿和寒冷,我厌烦四季分明的衣服,我厌烦蛀洞和白色霉点,我真的是厌烦极了。我说我将来要住在一个 I often dreamed of the Chinese house I lived in before I was 20, the front door and the back door of that house, the green mailbox in front of me, and I often go to that mailbox in my dreams. There are many outdated newspapers and magazines in my mailbox, Wet. I never dreamed of my later house, Plato’s house, Avenel’s house, Newport’s house, none at all. After I moved from New Jersey to California, I had more dreams and more tiredness, and perhaps they really said that New Jersey is the door to hell. My hometown has been raining I am fed up with the dampness and the cold brought by the rain. I am tired of the four seasons of clothes. I am sick of wormholes and white moldy spots. I was really tired of it. I said I will live in one