生活不安定,又怕热闹,没过过生日。五十、六十,都没庆祝。今年满七十那天,很偶然地,在桑塔菲附近的高山上度过。寥寥长风,莽莽奇景,感到是最好的庆祝。和小雨谈起一些往事,我说,假如我现在是一个婴儿,或者是一个婴儿的病危的母亲,对于自己的、或自己死后孩子所面临的如此人生,一定会感到无比的恐惧。现在都过来了,能不感激命运?何况除了活着,还有更多。更多之一,是意义的追寻化作了文字。早年冒这个险,是因为心灵 Life is not stable, afraid of lively, never had a birthday. Fifty, sixty, did not celebrate. On the seventieth day of this year, I happened to spend time on the mountains near Santa Fe. Few long winds, vast and wonderful wonders, feel the best celebration. Talking about the past with light rain, I said that if I was a baby or a baby’s critically ill mother, I would feel terrifyingly horrified of myself or my own life after the death of my own child. Now are over, can not be grateful to the fate? Moreover, in addition to living, there are more. One more is the pursuit of meaning into words. Early risking this because of the soul