十几年后那个初冬的夜晚和多年前的那个冬夜一样。在历经过繁华、落寞之后的我站在四楼顶层的书房门前,望着那无星无月暗淡的夜空。天北远山已经布满灰暗雨雾。雨雾渐渐向着山脚靠拢,空气里的潮湿漫延在小城的每个角落,笼罩着我们悄无声息的日子。几缕冰凉的夜风拂过面颊,几滴冬雨落在了我燃着香烟的手上,任由思绪漂移的脑子,此时空洞如夜的影子。在那夜影最远最暗的空间里,浮起了他瘦高的身影和苍凉的神情。我想,当年的他一定和此时的我一样,也是用这种 Ten years later that early winter night and many years ago that same winter. After the bustling, lonely after I stood in the top floor of the study on the fourth floor in front of the moon looking at the moonless stars of the night sky. Days North Hill has been covered with dark rain and fog. Rain and fog gradually close to the foot of the mountain, the air damp spread in every corner of the town, enveloped us quiet days. A few twinkling cold night wind brushed cheeks, a few drops of winter rain fell on my hand burning cigarettes, let the mind wandering mind, this time hollow like the shadow of the night. In the furthest and darkest space of the night shadow, he lifted his thin figure and desolate look. I think that year he must be the same with me at this time, but also use this