一我写下“瞬间”这两个字时,就不由自主地摸了摸鬓角正蓬勃的白发。十年前,有那么几天发生了几件事,石头一样揣在我心里,并时时加重以至于坠痛我的记忆。前不久,我遇到老朋友、老邻居、音乐人齐先生,我俩在一家咖啡厅里对坐,因是老友,没有寒暄,互问了几句现状,他便沉默。沉默是个黑屋子,是隐私。我不想也不会破坏他锁住的情绪。我知道,这十年来,他 As soon as I wrote down the words “moment”, I could not help but touch the white hair with horns. Ten years ago, there were a few things that happened a few days, like stones in my heart, and sometimes aggravate to the pain of my memory. Not long ago, I met Mr. Qi, an old friend, old neighbor and musician. We were sitting in a cafe. Because of old friends, we did not have any greetings and asked each other a few words. He was silent. Silence is a black room, privacy. I do not want to and will not undermine his locked emotions. I know, this decade, he