我不知道弗洛伊德会对这怎么解释,反正有三十多年时间,我最幸福的梦都是关于旧书店的:一些我从前根本不认识的书店或者我正在光顾的熟悉的老书店。其实那些熟悉的书店肯定已经不存在了,我很不情愿地得出这个结论。在巴黎,离火车北站不远的一个地方,对于那里一条上山的长街尽头的一家书店,我有着非常生动鲜明的记忆。那是一家有着许多高高书架、门进很深的书店 I do not know how Freud will explain this. Anyway, there are more than thirty years. My happiest dream is about the old bookstore: some bookstores that I had never known before or the familiar old bookstore I was visiting . In fact, those familiar bookstores certainly no longer exist, I reluctantly come to this conclusion. In Paris, a place not far from the North Railway Station, I have a very vivid memory of a bookstore at the end of a long street up the hill. That is a bookstore with many tall shelves and deep entrances