八月十七日早晨,我正坐着发呆,忽然收到文华的一个短信:“志才走了……”静默片刻,我真的很想表述些什么。恰恰在前一天的晚上,我临睡前,还想到志才。窗外,南国的阳光,出奇的强烈和明媚,光束如同有重量的刀锋一样,把生活的表象切割成锐利的碎片。良久,悲从中来,不能自抑。我却忽然感到语言的苍白和无力,根本无法把悲伤表达出来。 In the morning of August 17, I was sitting in a daze and suddenly received a message from Wenhua: “Chihiro gone ... ” For a moment of silence, I really want to say something. Just the night before the day before I went to sleep, but also think of the genius. Outside the window, the sunshine of the South, surprisingly intense and bright, beamed like a weight knife, cutting the appearance of life into sharp fragments. A long time, sad from, can not be self-restraint. I suddenly felt the language of pale and weak, simply can not express sadness.