去年,我曾写过一篇年终短文,题为“折腾97”。的确,风调雨顺的1997年永远值得我们怀念。相形之下,1998年的滋味截然不同,用“灾年”来概括毫不过分。这一年就像坐电梯一般,大家或多或少,有点失重的感觉。正如朋友所言:“今年显得格外漫长,怎么过也过不完。” Last year, I wrote a year-end essay entitled Tossing 97. Indeed, good weather in 1997 will never miss us. In contrast, the taste of 1998 is very different, with the “disaster year” to sum up too much. This year is like a general lift, everyone more or less, a little weightless feeling. As my friend said: “This year is particularly long, too endless.”