昨晚做梦的时候,觉得自己一定要讲一些话,写一些东西,做一些事。在梦里内容都想好了,想得内心激情澎湃的。第二天拿起笔,我知道自己需要写,却忘记自己要写的东西了,突然有种懊恼的感觉,觉得自己不知被什么戏弄了,嘴角动几下却只剩下一直自我嘲讽的微笑,极目望去,天空只有滞止的云层,浓厚空白,装不满眦裂的眼角。想起老师讲过的阮籍,那个猖狂的书生,那个穷途之哭的怪人。随意奔驰,极度洒脱,在路上颠沛的 When I was dreaming last night, I felt I had to say something, write something and do something. In the dream content are all well thought, want inner passion. The next day picked up the pen, I know I need to write, but forget what I have to write, and suddenly a kind of feeling annoyed, I feel I do not know what was teasing, and only a few mouth move has been self-ridiculed smile, Very desperate to go, the sky is stagnant clouds, thick blank, filled with dissatisfied chapped eyes. Remembered the teacher talked about Ruan Ji, that crazy scholar, that weird cry of the weirdo. Free Mercedes-Benz, extremely free and easy, on the road Britain