前天凌晨做了一个梦,醒了。房间肃静,我躺在床上开始回忆这个梦,就像我这一年多来不断回忆我的二十世纪七十年代,这梦莫非有所指,暗示我的回忆录——长乐路聚集了许多孩子,他们在放焰火,默片般无声的火光此起彼伏,那奇异的景观令我出神,不知不觉,我的衣服烧着了,我赶紧去敲陶宗彦家的门,他把我带进他的家,房间摆设好像还是他父母健在时的样子,他说你就睡在这里吧。 The day before yesterday made a dream, woke up. Room quiet, I lay in bed began to recall the dream, just as I kept recalling my more than a year in the seventies, this dream is anything but, suggesting that my memoir - Changle Road, brought together many children They were playing the fireworks and silently silent fire flashed one after another. The bizarre landscape made me deranged. Unconsciously, my clothes were burning. I hurried to the door of Tao Zongyan and he took me to his house The room looks as if his parents are alive, he said you’re sleeping here.