他说，有竹子花开时，替他刻一颗印，执著于来世的约期，印在散发墨香的书册里，那应该是他的名字。约期只为两个字，文学。他的名字早已为人所淡忘，大家都叫他“文癫子”。我们去见他时，只见到一堆青冢，没有墓碑，坟堆垒得很平，位于一个小竹林里。癫子是一种很蔑视人... He said that when a bamboo is blooming, a seal should be engraved on him, clinging to the afterlife and printed in the ink-filled book, which should be his name. The appointment is only two words, literature. His name has long been forgotten, we all call him “euphemism.” When we went to see him, we saw only a pile of green graves and no tombstone. The grave was very flat and was located in a small bamboo forest. Egg is a very contempt for people ...