我一直想象着一只碗在另一个世界里会有什么用场,是饭菜飘香清茶四溢,还是黄沙披裹青泥淤塞,抑或依旧被用作猫盆狗器,甚至永远地趴在奶奶那双瘦小的脚旁一无是用……那是一只粗砂瓷碗,外口麻黄,内质奶白,没有任何花鸟鱼虫的修饰,甚至连普通瓷碗上常有的一圈天蓝色的边线都免了。碗沿儿上的脉络开合互通,纵横相连,就像其盛放过的那些变奏的日子一样细密,尽管涂 I’ve always imagined what a bowl would have in another world, whether the food was fragrant and overflowing with tea, or silt with yellow sand-shawls, or was still used as a cat’s dog or even a grandmother That thin legs next to nothing ... ... it is a coarse sand porcelain bowl, the outer ephedra, the inner milky white, there is no modification of flowers and birds and insects, and even ordinary porcelain bowl often ring of sky blue Colored edges are free. The bowls open and close along the pedigree of the child, connected in vertical and horizontal directions, as densely as the days of their variations