一醒来,已是下午五点多,我怎么也想不起自己在哪。蝉鸣般的喧哗,夹杂着菜市场那种嘈杂,摩肩接踵的人流在忙碌中穿梭。儿子睡在另一张床上,妻子红肿着双眼,在一摞单据面前发呆。再想想,我想起来了,是昨夜那场追赶着我的暴雨,是一个下坡,敌不过瞌睡,一头将车撞到同样睡着了的水泥墩子上。亲人就在我床边围坐,从她们满脸焦灼中,我知道,我这个努力不让自己打扰世界的人,竟然掠扰了所有的亲友。 Wake up, it is more than five in the afternoon, how I can not remember where they are. Cicadas noises, mixed with the noisy market, crowds of people in the busy shuttle. Son slept in another bed, his wife inflamed his eyes, in a daze in front of a pile of documents. Think again, I think of it, is the storm that chased me last night, is a downhill, the enemy did not sleep, a car hit the same fell asleep cement pier. Relatives sitting around my bed, anxiously from their faces, I know that my efforts to prevent myself from disturbing the world, even swept all the relatives and friends.