辛勤的蜜蜂永没有时间的悲哀。出差远行,晚上临时歇于车站附近的一家招待所。是夜,我虽倦意重重,却又辗转难眠——我的目光,被正对着床头的一面时钟“锁定”。那钟本也平常,只是其红色的秒针,不若我们司空见惯的那样“滴答”有声,反是滴溜儿飞转,不停,不歇,疯狂亦从容。那一夜,我深深地震撼于时间的永恒的清醒,睡意毫无至天明。 Hardworking bees never have time for sorrow. On a business trip, at night temporarily rest in a hostel near the station. It was night, though I was overwhelmed, yet slept awkwardly - my gaze was “locked” against the clock on the bedside. The clock is also normal, but its red second hand, not as we commonplace as “ticking ” sound, but dripping children flying, non-stop, restless, crazy and calm. That night, I was deeply shocked at the eternal awakening of time, drowsiness without dawn.