他名如其人,叫作文青。“文青,并非专指文艺青年,”小栩说,“文青,是一个戴着锁链跳舞即将毕业的青年。”文青有时候出现在一家古玩店,与人喝茶、交谈理想;有时候坐在微风吹拂的百花洲湖畔,拿着一瓶燕京和一袋绝味鸭脖。文青骨子里是一个诗人,厌倦浮华;而现实生活中,他又是一个理性的年轻人,有着自己的目标。一三年前,刚高中毕业那会儿,在一处瓦片散落的沙地上,文青与一轮即将消失的落日,一起倒映在一处波光粼粼的河面。水面上漂泊着一条褪色的旧船,船身浸入水里,船头长了一点点青苔。夕阳下,水面荡漾起微波,风拂过文青的脸庞,吹起他的黑 His name is someone like Wenqing. “Wen Qing, is not specifically refers to literary youth, ” Xiao Xu said “Wen Qing, is a youth wearing a chain dance is about to graduate. ” Wen Qing sometimes appear in an antique shop, drinking tea with others, Ideal conversation; sometimes sitting in the breeze of Baihuazhou Lake, holding a bottle of Yanjing and a bag of must taste duck neck. Wen is a badass poet, tired of vanity; and in real life, he is a rational young man, has its own goal. A year or so ago, just a year after graduating from high school, Wen Qing was reflected in a shimmering river with an imminent sunset over a patch of sand. A faded old boat floated on the surface of the boat, with the hull immersed in water with a little bit of moss on the bow. In the setting sun, the water ripples from the microwave, the wind brushed the face of young man, blowing his black