我梦见我站在街上,右手握着一支枪,要去杀了自己。四面是很熟悉的:矮矮平平的房子呆头呆脑,摩肩擦踵地连成一片;房檐下缘的瓦片都被揭得精光,边缘参差,仿佛给野狗精心啃啮过;估摸日久天长了,墙皮和赤裸的墙肉都是一样黯黯的灰黄。墙皮脱落的地方却有些笔画痕迹,仿佛是字,又像是鬼画符,看上去就像是有人为了抹去墙上的痕迹,故意扒了墙皮一样。这里也许先前不是这样,但如今已确实是这样了。这样确乎难看,可谓丑陋至极了。我看着, I dreamed that I was standing on the street, holding a gun in my right hand and going to kill myself. Surrounded by very familiar: short and flat house dull, rubbing together into one; eaves edge of the tiles have been exposed to the light, the edge of the margin, as if to wild dogs carefully gnawing; Estimated in the long run, Wall skin and naked wall meat are the same dark gray. Peeling off the wall where there are some traces of strokes, as if the word, but also like a ghost character, looks like some people in order to erase the traces of the wall, deliberately paved the wall of the same skin. This may not be the case here, but it is true now. This is really ugly, extremely ugly. I looked,