从小体弱,常在月明之夜失眠。月光凄清地从天井洒到堂屋里,小孩子睡觉的房门从来都是敞开的。我会为看到的影影绰绰而惊悸,想到我老了会死去,月光还是这样洒在地上,房子、树木、乡村还在,我对这些存在的一切永远没有了知觉。失去生命的体验,就是将灵魂跃出体外,悬浮在空中,看自己的躯体与万物之间还有什么关系?再也不能呼喊,再也不会拥有,躯体也终将消失。灵魂失去了依托,漂浮在空中,那种抓 Childhood weakness, often in the moonlight night insomnia. The moonlight splashed from the patio into the hall, the children’s sleeping room door has always been open. I would be overwhelmed by the shadow I was seeing, thinking that I was old and would die, the moonlight still sprinkled on the ground, the house, the trees and the country still, and I never knew anything about these existences. Lost life experience, that is, jumped out of the soul of the soul, suspended in the air to see their own body and all things have anything to do? Can no longer cry, no longer have, the body will eventually disappear. Soul lost backing, floating in the air, that kind of catch