1991年始,我离开乡村,借居在县城一个内部招待所。那是一栋四层楼的铅灰色建筑,后院有一个园圃,耸立着柏桦和梧桐,铺展着月季和野麦草。招待所经年置身于自身的阴暗之中,过道和楼道即使在晴朗的夏天,也亮着昏沉沉的灯,晕黄,柔弱,使阴暗蒙了一层神秘的薄纱。阴暗与楼房的高度和宽敞度是无关的(楼房的前后左右都有大门, From the beginning of 1991, I left the village and lived in an internal guest house in the county. It was a four-story lead-gray building with a garden in the backyard, with birch and sycamore, with rose and wheatgrass spreading. After years of hostess exposure to its own darkness, the aisles and the corridor, even on a clear summer day, are lit with faint lights, fainting and weak, leaving the darkness with a mysterious tulle. Darkness and the height and the height of the building is irrelevant (building around the door,