“三十年前的上海,一个有月亮的晚上……”在所有的开头里,我最喜欢这一个开头,仿佛与过去的月光中间隔着一层一层的虚,那个苍白的、紧张的、繁复的虚。我怕那个凌乱不堪的虚影,那虚影上有一层一层的暗纹,一层又一层地叠加着。但我并不怕空。空与虚不同——空是庞大而不真实的东西,是一只没底的口袋,一个没用的摆设,一滴没有感情的泪。空并 “Shanghai thirty years ago, a night with the moon ...... ” In all the beginning, I like the beginning of this one, as if the moonlight in the past, layer by layer, the pale, that pale, Tense, complicated imaginary. I am afraid of the clutter of that messy shadow, that there is a layer of Shadow on the shadow, layer after layer overlay. But I am not afraid of the air. Empty and empty different - empty is a huge but not real thing, is a bottomless pocket, a useless furnishings, a drop of tears without emotion. Empty and