走了一趟恍若仙境的天子岭垃圾填埋场,临辞,主人打开赠言簿,客气地递笔求字。同行作家莫小米思索半天,写下7个字,赫然是一句叫人惊愕的话:“不知我属哪一类?”有如此题字的么?那么,属哪一类呢?填埋的?焚烧的?可回收的?当然,从某种意义说,人,最终也是要进入循环的,干脆说透了自己要走到那一步,也不为过。但是不管怎么说, Take a trip reminding us of scenes Tianziling fairyland landfills, the cliché, the owner opened the book of propriety, politely handed the word. Peer writer Mo Millet pondering a long time, wrote seven words, impressively is a sentence of consternation: “I do not know what kind of?” "There is such an inscription? Then, what kind of? Landfill? Of course, in a certain sense, people are ultimately going to enter the cycle, simply saying that they have to go that step and that’s not an exaggeration. But anyway,