曾经学过一篇鲁迅先生的《从百草园到三味书屋》,他从他的伊甸园到了充满精神食粮的世界,而我,几乎从来没有写过“从……到……”的文章,因为我不知道“到”后面,究竟隐藏着怎祥华美或支离破碎的文字。我希望可以从海上出发,到达从没有人践踏过的岛屿;我期待从最高的云层呼吸,飞向属于我的天堂。但是我做不到。我面对的,只是无目的的漂泊和在地上灰飞烟灭地绽开一朵血红的玫瑰。所以,我不知道什么是我所能抵达的世界,或许这个充满空气的世界,根本不属于我。 I once learned from Mr. Lu Xun’s “From Baicaoyuan to Sanwei Bookstore.” He went from his garden of Eden to a world full of spiritual food, and I almost never wrote an article “from ... to ...” because I I do not know whether “to” is behind, what hides the beautiful or fragmented text. I hope that I can sail from the sea to an island that has never been trampled on; I look forward to breathing from the highest clouds and fly to my own paradise. But I can’t do it. What I faced was nothing but a wandering drift and a blood-red rose on the ground. So, I don’t know what is the world I can reach. Perhaps this world full of air does not belong to me.