夏天的时候,西安几位老朋友在一起聊文艺界的一些老故事,说着说着,一位我们几个都认识的熟人就想不起名字了,得在脑子里搜索好半天,故事才得以往下进行。大家便慨叹老了老了,光阴易逝,人生恒变,也慨叹忘却的可怕和人被社会忘却之容易。 In summer, some old friends in Xi’an chatted with some old stories in the art and culture industry. When they spoke, an acquaintance whom we all knew could not recall the name, and had to search in my mind for a long time. Only then did the story To be carried forward. Everyone laments the old and the old, the time flies, the constant change of life, but also laments the terrible forgotten and people are easily forgotten by society.