[一]1998年,我上初三,身边的一切仿佛都进入了青春期。有人开始恋爱,有人开始染发,有人成天听崔健,有人自称陈浩南,有人在衣兜里装个打火机,有人往书包里藏把刀。那一年,还有一个叫乔丹的运动员,在盐湖城体育馆投入了绝杀一球,宣布退役。我为此失魂落魄,甚至开始为这个世界担忧——没有了乔丹,美国总统是否还吃得 [1] In 1998, I was on the third day, all around me seems to have entered adolescence. Someone began to fall in love, someone started to dye his hair, someone listened to Cui Jian all day long, someone claimed to be Chen Hao-nan, somebody put a lighter in his pocket, and someone kept a knife in his bag. That year, there is another athlete called Jordan, put into a lore in Salt Lake City Gymnasium, announced his retirement. I am distraught for this and even started to worry about this world - without Jordan, the United States President also eat