初读《挪威的森林》竟悲哀得难以自持,那种感觉不明所以,虚幻得就像广场上哗啦起飞的白鸽,携我掠过时空的罅隙,飞抵那个写满彷徨的青春故事。过些时日,再读时,隐隐感觉到一千个人能看到一千个风格的《挪威的森林》,而我看到的,有关生与死,死与永恒。这本书里只有两种人,一种有着死的本能,一种有着生的本能。 The first reading of the “Norwegian Wood” was so miserable that it was not clear why the illusion was like a pigeon whistling in the square, carrying me through the gaps of time and space and flew over the youthful story full of confusion. After a few days, when I read it, one thousand people could see a thousand “Norwegian forests,” but I saw life, death, eternity and eternity. There are only two kinds of people in this book, one has the instinct of death and one has the instinct of life.