不要乱采记忆的果实,怕的是弄伤满树的繁花。我也担心有些记忆深刻得像石碑,一生都在;有些记忆缥缈得像湮水,似有似无;另一些记忆却全凭主观意愿装点,近乎杜撰,弄得真实死得冤枉、想象活得自在;而真正让生命丰美的,往往竟是遗忘了的前尘影事。那是潜藏在心田深处的老根,忘了浇水也不会枯萎。——董桥《从前》旋风越旋越高,最后,在很高的地方炸开了。里面,看不见的东西上到了天界,看得见的是尘埃,又从半空里跌落下来,罩住了那些累累的乱石。但尘埃毕竟是尘埃,最后还是重新落进了石头缝里,只剩寂静的阳光在废墟上闪烁了。——阿来《尘埃落定》 Do not mess with the fruits of memory, for fear of hurting the flowers of trees. I also worry that some memories are profoundly like stone tablets, all their lives; some memories are as though they are submerged in water, and others may seem like nothing; other memories are completely subjectively decorated and almost deceitful, Free; and really make life beautiful, often actually forgotten the dust of the past. That is the root hidden in the heart of deep root, forget the water will not wither. - Dong Qiao “before” the whirlwind more and more high, and finally exploded in a very high place. Inside, invisible things on the heaven, see the dust, but also fell from mid-air, covering the heavy rock. But the dust, after all, was dust, and finally fell back into the cracks of the stone, leaving only the still sunlight shining in the rubble. - Ah, “the dust settles.”