这是周五的下午,我在看一本拉丁美洲的散文集,书的名字叫《我承认,我历经沧桑》。这句话好像是从我自己灵魂的某个缝隙溜出来的,一直这么半笑不笑地挂在我面前。我正坐在一间屋子的阳台上,看一棵松树,还有阳光和草 This is Friday afternoon, I was reading a collection of essays in Latin America, the book’s name is “I admit, I have experienced vicissitudes of life.” This sentence seems to be slipped out of some gap in my own soul, has been so laughed at me in front of me. I was sitting on the balcony of a house looking at a pine tree, with sunshine and grass