记得儿时,我住在由林木搭建的平房里,屋顶纵横交错着椽子和梁,所用的木头斑斑驳驳、扭曲坎坷,经常一个人躺在炕上无聊着,看着房梁上斑驳的痕迹发呆,它们给予我无限的遐想。我曾经为那些似人,似物,似风景等符号似的痕迹着迷,于是开始给这些痕迹编排无数天马行空的、感动自己的故事。自己也曾在故事之中扮演各种角色,这些故事伴随着我度过了许多孤单却 I remember when I was a child, I lived in a bungalow built by trees. The roofs were criss-crossed with rafters and beams. The wood was unevenly spread and twisted. It was often boring to sit alone on the kang and watch the mottled traces on the beams Trance, they give me unlimited reverie. I used to be fascinated by such symbolic signs as people, things, landscapes, etc., and I began to arrange innumerable ideas of these traces and touched my own story. I have also played a variety of roles in the story, these stories along with I spent a lot of lonely