你在很多个中间看我看过你很小闭上眼睛的时候很蓝我知道你在一本书里站着前边有木板怎么也不知道春天看不见只有一次花全开了开得到处都是后来就很孤单——顾城《麦田》满、膨胀,而后爆炸。我只有睁开眼仰看天花板才不会太疲倦。恍惚间,天又亮了。接下来,我生病了,我再也写不 You look at me in a lot of times. I’ve watched you when you are very small and close your eyes. It’s blue. I know you stand in front of a book in a book. You don’t know that spring is invisible. Only once the flower is open. Later on, it was lonely - Gu Cheng’s “Wheat Field” was full and inflated and then exploded. Only when I open my eyes and look at the ceiling will I not be too tired. During the day, the sky is bright again. Next I was sick and I never wrote again