1997年5月,上海作家协会资料楼准备翻造新房,8间书库中堆得密不透风的图书,开始捆扎打包,我的目光停留在墙角的一捆捆旧资料上,有点犯愁。有人在旁边说;“这些都是过期资料,已经堆放了不少年,没什么用,当废纸处理掉算了。”我随手拿了一叠翻了翻,上面满布灰尘,呛得人直咳嗽、打喷嚏。纸张已泛黄变脆,轻轻一碰,碎纸片便纷纷扬 In May 1997, the Shanghai Writers’ Association Information Building was preparing to renovate new houses. The books in the eight bookshelves were packed in airtight books and began to be bundled and packed. My eyes were stuck on the old information on a bundle of bales in the corner, a bit worried. Someone on the side said: “These are outdated information, has been piled for many years, no use, when the waste paper off forget.” I readily took a pile of doubled, covered with dust, choking people straight cough ,sneeze. Yellowing paper has become brittle, gently touch, scraps of paper have been Yang