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真怪,经历过的事儿会变得陌生,会逃离记忆。多年的光景和历历往事儿就这么丢了。我常看见孩子们去上学却想不起来自己的学生时代;看见中学生却几乎不知道我也做过学生;看见机械工去工厂,浮躁的职员去办公室,却全然忘记同样的路我也走过,同样的蓝工作服和胳膊肘磨得发亮的“白领”装我也穿过。我在书店瞧着德累斯顿皮尔松出版社出版的那些十七八岁年轻人创作的薄薄的、希奇古怪的诗集,却想不起来我也曾作过类似的诗,
Strange, experienced things will become strangers, will escape from memory. Many years of history and the past are so lost. I often see children go to school but can not remember their own student days; see the high school students but I almost did not know I also had students; see the mechanics go to the factory, impetuous staff to go to the office, but totally forgot the same way I have gone , The same blue uniform and elbow shiny shiny “white collar ” loaded I also through. At the bookstore, I looked at the thin, weird poems by 17-year-old young people published by Pierson Publishing House in Dresden, but I could not recall that I had made similar poems,