夜浓的粘稠湿冷,睡着或醒着都很安静,唯心内万马奔腾。我被黑夜紧紧裹着,随意侧转便触及夜的腹部,氧气氮气及惰性气体还有我,混沌一体,深蜷于夜的子宫深处等待破晓。时光相比时间纵深许多,那么我选择说:有些时光,并非值得纪念,只是没有忘记。比如这2017的大年初三的深夜,三点时分应已是初四,我以不变姿势无声跨越两天里的连接点,像冬天无声过渡至春天,连接点过成节日。 Concentrated night thick thick cold, sleeping or awake are very quiet, idealistic Pentium. I was tightly wrapped in darkness, free to touch the night’s abdomen, oxygen, nitrogen and inert gas and me, chaos, deep curled up in the depths of the night waiting for the dawn of the womb. Time is much deeper than time, so I choose to say: Some time is not memorable, but it is not forgotten. For example, in the middle of the third day of the third day of the New Year 2017, the three o’clock hour should have been the fourth day. I quietly crossed the connection point for two days without sound, like winter silent transition to spring, the connection point into a festival.