我如何能这般虚伪,说我从来不曾想及死亡;很绝望的时候,不曾起意报复,灵魂浸满恨的毒汁;不曾疲倦软弱,对自己说,呵,或者放弃吧,生活或者生命……我记得,我记得,某一个夏日傍晚,夕阳如错放醋酱,沉而浓,我在阳台上晾衣,被爱情千刀万刃所伤,凭栏无意一望:暮色里阔阔一条水泥路,无始无终——突然想起自由落体定律了,五楼不过12米,坠地只消2.4秒,也就是1,2,3尚不及出口…… How can I be hypocritical, saying that I never thought about death; when I was desperate, I did not intend to retaliate, the poison of the soul was filled with hate; never tired and weak, I said to myself, uh, or give up, life or life... ...I remember, I remember, at a certain summer evening, the sunset was like putting vinegar sauce in the wrong place. It was heavy and heavy. I washed clothes on the balcony and was injured by thousands of thousands of swords. I had no intention of leaning on the railing: Road, no beginning or end - suddenly remembered the law of free fall, but the fifth floor is only 12 meters, crashed only 2.4 seconds, that is, 1,2,3 is not yet export ... ...