我们都会淹没。与其被忧郁淹没,不如走在路端,被风淹没,被雨淹没,被夜淹没。我们毕竟有过行进的目标,向往的彼岸。我们的目标也许是一个无名小站,我们抵达的彼岸也许是一个土坡。我们只是历史阔野的一滴水,一棵小草,一片树叶。我们终将被历史淹没。我们不会成为高山,成为大河,成为30万一集的主角。即便我们是一粒尘埃,我们也是一段历史的跟随者、烘托者,牺牲者。或者我们当中一位会是高尔基笔下的海 We will all drown Instead of being overwhelmed by depression, it is better to walk down the road, be submerged in the wind, submerged in the rain, and submerged in the night. After all, we have the goal of progress, longing for the other side. Our goal may be an unknown station, the other side of our arrival may be a soil slope. We are just a drop of water in history, a grass, a leaf. We will eventually be overwhelmed by history. We will not become mountains, become rivers, become a protagonist of 300,000 episodes. Even if we are a dust, we are also followers, heirs, victims of history. Or one of us would be Gorky’s sea