许多年前,我还年轻,但很穷。朋友们来,不去酒馆,买些零食、啤酒,坐在长江边的缓坡上就餐。初秋,有风,树木落叶纷纷,江水缓缓流淌,对岸远处有灯火闪烁,天空飘着乌云,月儿时隐时现。大家举着瓶喝酒,谈诗歌,谈海子,也谈女人。酒喝得差不多,有人醉了,将缓坡当作舞台,摇晃着朗诵自己的诗歌。后来几乎都有些醉,就一起呐喊着乱舞起来。不知谁起头唱起《一无所有》,大家便同吼起来。后来朋友们一个个去外地发展,相聚的机会就越来越少,偶尔相聚却少谈诗歌,再后来就不谈了。当我说起长江边喝酒的事,都有些恍惚,说有过那样的事吗?不相信似的。 Many years ago, I was still young, but very poor. Friends, do not go to the tavern, buy snacks, beer, sitting on the gentle slopes along the Yangtze River to eat. Early autumn, the wind, trees have fallen leaves, the river flows slowly, the other side there are lights flashing, the sky floating clouds, when the child is hidden. We held a bottle of alcohol, talk about poetry, talk about Haizi, also talk about women. Drink almost, someone drunk, gentle slope as a stage, shaking his own poetry. Later, almost all drunk, together with the shouting and dancing up. I do not know who started singing “nothing”, we all roar together. Later, friends one after another to develop in the field, get together less and less opportunities, and occasionally meet less talk about poetry, then talk about it. When I talk about the drinking side of the Yangtze River, there are some trance, that there had been such a thing? Do not believe it.