我越来越不想翻着空乏无味的日历过日子了,在每一页日历的边边框框里,即使写上多么辉煌或骇人听闻的事迹,又怎能在这物质唯上的湖面上泛起惊涛拍岸的浪花呢?在漫长而沉寂的夜里,我常常梦到一些人或者事物的轮廓。那些轮廓有时候很清晰,像就在眼前那么生动鲜活;有时候又很模糊,甚至连脸面都不能辨认,更有甚者连是人还是物都模棱两可地混淆在一起了。醒来抓耳挠腮地去想,许多事物都像藤蔓 Increasingly, I do not want to turn the empty, tasteless calendar into a living, and how brilliant or shocking deeds can be found in the margins of every page of the calendar, In the long and silent night, I often dreamed of the outline of some people or things. Sometimes the outline is very clear, as vivid in front of eyes; sometimes very vague, and even face can not identify, what is even the human or the things are ambiguous confused together. Waking up to scratch, many things are like vines