晚上,屋子外头传来婴儿的哭声。极大声,放恣的哭声。在深夜里,尤其像是天地间唯一的声音:一个巨大的婴儿,躺在黑沉沉的云天底下,踢动四肢,开怀畅哭着。那样响亮,理直气壮,全无负担,让人不能去痛恨。大声仿佛强调它自己是个生命,而哭号是他活着的方式。他也知道那其实不是婴儿,只是猫。入冬以后,与邻家共用的防火巷里,常有猫儿在夜 At night, baby crying came from outside the house. Very loud, uninhibited crying. In the middle of the night, it is especially like the only voice between heaven and earth: a huge baby lying under a dark cloudless sky, kicking his limbs, cheering and crying. So loud, righteous, no burden, people can not go to hate. It seems as if to emphasize loudly that it is life itself, and howling is his way of living. He also knows that it is actually not a baby, just a cat. After winter, with the public fire neighbors shared neighborhood, often cats in the night