2010年12月31日凌晨3点46分,史铁生走了,上帝看不得他在这个俗尘煎熬,喊他回家吃饭了。冬天来得很晚,有意在逃避什么,又似乎在等待什么。就在这样的冬日,我遇到了史铁生的《命若琴弦》,我喜欢他那极具穿透力的悲情,也喜欢他对命运的不服气。我同情他身体的残疾,也嫉妒他因为残疾而获得的“心灵自由”与“毫无顾忌的言说”。他把世间美丽的情感无情地撕碎,让你感叹美好事物是如此短暂与脆弱;他也会把世间最肮脏的灵魂叫醒,让你深深后悔,蔑视肮脏是多么愚蠢而可笑。他在做这些事情时,从不考虑别人的 At 3:46 on December 31, 2010, Shi Tiesheng left, and God can not see him suffering in this vulgar world and calling him to go home for dinner. Winter comes late, intends to escape and what seems to be waiting. Just this winter, I met Shi Tiesheng’s “life as a string,” I like his very penetrating tragedy, but also like his fate of unconvinced. I sympathize with the disability of his body and also jealous of his “freedom of soul ” and “unscrupulous language ” obtained because of disability. He tearing the beautiful emotions of the world inexorably, allowing you to sigh for something so brief and frail that he is good; he also wakes up the dirtiest soul in the world, regrets you deeply, scorns the stupidity and ridiculousness of dirtyness. When he does these things, he never considers others