一一条鱼能游多远?在这个无事可做的下午,我脑壳中突然冒出了这个闪念。我楞了一下,端着的小茶杯还停在空中,对望着我的嘴唇,仿佛杯子也想知道答案。而我端杯的两个手指头,显得木讷,无法优雅起来。还有我的屁股,陷在椅子里,一动不动。不是因为今天闲暇,我去为水生动物学家饭碗里的事操心。作为一个并非衣食无忧的业余写作者,我只是开始习惯认真对待每一个庸常事物,从中获取我写作的素材。真的,就感觉我这一闪念,一定有着它 How far can a fish swim? In this afternoon without a break, I suddenly emerge from the skull of this flash read. I shocked a moment, carrying a small cup still parked in the air, looking at my lips, as if the cup also want to know the answer. The two fingers of my cup, seem stiff, not elegant. And my ass, stuck in a chair, motionless. Not because of my spare time today, I’m going to worry about things in the aquatics’ rice bowl. As a non-penurious amateur writer, I just started to get used to taking every ordinary thing seriously and gaining the material for my writing. Really, I feel this flash, must have it