我记得那是一个夏天的午后,我坐在日坛公园里,突然闪过一个念头:我想写一个故事,主角是一个一直等死的人。至于主角是个什么样的人,为什么等死……当时我还不知道。我只知道,那段时间里,我满脑子都在想着关于“死亡”的事情。有一天坐在疾驰的车里,下了高速,走在郊区的公路上,阳光直射路面,乡间的田野里有零星野花——那个时候我就突然想:如果此时,方向盘偏了,车以及车里的人们都飞出去,会怎样?有那么一瞬间,清晰地觉得好像也没那么 I remember it was a summer afternoon, I sat in the Ritan Park, suddenly flashed a thought: I want to write a story, the protagonist is a person who has been waiting to die. As for the protagonist is what kind of people, why die ... ... I did not know at the time. All I know is that during that time, I was thinking all about “death”. One day, sitting in a gigantic car, going down the high-speed, walking on the road in the suburbs, the sun on the pavement, scattered wildflowers in the countryside - when I suddenly thought: If at this time, the steering wheel is biased, the car and What’s going on when people in the car are flying out?