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在广州郊区,我过着寄生虫一样的生活。南国已入夏末,草木依旧繁盛而雨水充沛,晨光耀眼而万物生辉,这样的晨曦再平常不过。我以穿越的方式,回忆整个套房里的窗和门。它们诚然敞开着,既是入口也是出口,而我却迷失其中。我静静躺在木板床上,仿佛压直了脊柱的几个生理弯曲,松散得像一条毛毛虫。我想我的灵魂此时是圆柱形的,正在分泌一些黏性物质。我好像患了一种和“懒惰”有关的疾病。
In the suburbs of Guangzhou, I lived a parasite life. Southern China has entered the late summer, the vegetation is still prosperous and abundant rainfall, bright morning glory and everything, such a dawn then normal. I traversed the way, recalling the windows and doors throughout the suite. They are, of course, open, both entrances and exits, and I am lost. I lay quietly on the wooden bed, as if squeezing the spine a few physiological bending, loose like a caterpillar. I think my soul is cylindrical at this time, is secrete some sticky substance. I seem to suffer from a “lazy” related illness.