这是列侬在回忆列侬,不是我们在回忆列侬——我们中的大多数人,在听到他的歌声时,他已遇刺而死去多年。我们也不可能像他那样回忆,我们的六七十年代与他的迥然不同。他死后,我们只能在客厅里听他的歌,只听得到他的文艺,而不见他的愤怒;只感受到他的经典,却不了解他为什么现代。 This is Lennon’s memory of Lennon, not the Lennon we are recounting - most of us, when he heard his voice, he had been assassinated and died for years. We can not remember like him, our sixties and seventies and his very different. After he died, we could only hear his song in the living room and only heard his art without seeing his anger; he only felt his classic but did not understand why he is modern.