人总是要死的。大人物的死天翻地覆;小人物的死,一闭眼,灯灭了,就死了。我常常想,我能记得我生于何年何月何日,但我将死于什么时候却不知道,真有意思。一觉睡起来,感觉睡着的那阵就是死了吧,睡梦是不是另一个世界的形态呢?我的一个画家朋友,一个月总要约我见一次,每次都要交给我一封遗书,说他死后,眼睛得献给XX医院,心肺得献给XX医院。过些日子,他又约我 People are always dying. The death knell of the big man; the death of a small man, eyes closed, the light is off, it died. I often think, I can remember what year I was born, but when I will die do not know, really interesting. I feel sleep fell asleep that array is dead, sleep is not another world form it? One of my painter friends, I always meet a month to meet once, each time to give me a suicide note , Said he died, his eyes dedication to the XX hospital, heart and lung was dedicated to the XX hospital. After some days, he made a contract with me again