静下来,自己才属于自己,正如喧嚣的世界,其实并非世界本身。在这之前,自己或世界只是影子,只是替身。每个人都在奔跑,像飞驰的地铁,或是地铁窗外不停闪动的广告。人们在地铁里相互邂逅,然而,谁会记得谁的模样?谁又会记得那个在站台上犹豫彷徨的人?他的面孔模糊不清,多像我在镜中看见的那个人。只是现在,他站在北京的夜色里,像一个虚幻的剪影,或是一个空心的稻草 Calm down, it is their own, just as the bustle of the world, in fact, not the world itself. Prior to this, my own or the world is just a shadow, just a substitute. Everyone is running, like a speeding subway, or a flashing advertisement outside the subway window. People meet each other in the subway, however, who will remember who looks like? Who remembers the hesitant person on the platform? His face is blurred, much like the one I see in the mirror. Only now, he stood in the night of Beijing, like a fantasy silhouette, or a hollow straw