2008于我总是命数非凡的一年。有暗淡。有光晕。甚至还有一些生命中苦盼的奇迹不期而至。人说年关难过,在我的理解中无非是这样:一个过气的流莺,会把她华彩岁月里每个无聊的细节,都放大成诱人的肥料,并在现实中沉沉醉去。而NBA呢?对我来说,一年积累下来,无非是在脑海里串成一个个淡淡的星点。谈不上璀璨,但思忖久了也难免活色生香。 2008 I am always an extraordinary number of lives. There are bleak. A halo. There are even miracles of hope in life unexpectedly. People say that the age of new year is sad. In my understanding, this is nothing more than this. An over-flowed warbler will magnify every boring detail in her colorful years into attractive fertilizer and sink into reality. The NBA? For me, one year accumulated, nothing more than one in my mind a series of faint stars. Talking about bright, but thinking long time also inevitably live color.