我总在问,自己是谁?谁又是自己?当然,每次都是不了了之。我在很小的时候,曾拉着爸爸的衣襟在街上困惑地盯视着来去匆忙的人们。他们都是谁,又要到哪里去呀?当然这是一个无法寻到答案的问题。记得有次在外婆家做客,那是一个叫月亮泡的堡子,我好象五岁,跟着小姨到地主家斗地主。人们眼睛有的发红有的发黑,将地主手脚捆死,然后吊上房梁,再放下来,一次次反复,同时问一些稀奇古怪的问题。我的内心因害怕而发毛,但嘴里却在说着自己也不理解的胡话:活该,地主活该!地主是干啥 I always ask who I am, who is myself, of course, every time it can not. At an early age, I was puzzled and stared at people in hurry with my father’s skirt. Who are they all, where are they going? Of course, this is a question that can not find the answer. I remember there was a guest in the grandmother, it is a fortress called the moon bubble, I seem to be five years old, followed by aunt to landlord landlord fight landlord. Some people red eyes and some black, the hands and feet tied to the landlord, and then hanging on the beam, and then down again and again and again, while asking some strange questions. My heart is scared and hairy, but my mouth is talking nonsense I do not understand: deserve it, the landlord deserves it!