我常常在夜间的楼梯口遇见猫。大多数时候,它们听到人的动静,就噌的一下,风一般逃开了。有时候,它们蹲踞于楼道的某一阴暗处,静静地看你上楼下楼,目光深邃幽暗。我不知道那些蹲踞在阴暗处的猫,它们怀着怎样的心思在暗中注视着你。我曾对视过那目光,是一种深不可测的富含某种意味的冷视,很像是蓦然罩在你身上迅速收紧的网,瞬间箍得人喘不过气。那很令人惊悸,它沾染了黑夜的暗色,使得其间的某种意味更加不清晰、不 I often meet cats at night stairs. Most of the time, they hear the movement of people, the bass about the wind generally escaped. Occasionally, they are crouched in a shady corridor, quietly watching you upstairs and downstairs, deep and dark eyes. I do not know the cats who crouched in the shadows, with their thoughts in the dark watching you. The glance I had looked at was an unfathomable cold-hearted look, much like a net tightened over you quickly, and the hoops were breathless. It is very frightening, it is contaminated with the dark night, making some of the meanings more unclear, not