我怀揣着一个故事达十五年之久。十五年的光阴里,它时常用锋利的刀刃割锯着我的内心,使我不得安宁。我想我必须要把它写出来的,可是我却踌躇了十五年。我觉得自己对于爱情和死亡的体会远谈不上深刻,而这个故事对我来说,太过血腥,太过残酷,太过凝重,无论如何都令我举笔维艰。谁能想象,他会像无数次剖开一头猪的胸膛那样,将寒光闪闪的屠 I carry a story for fifteen years. In fifteen years of time, it often saw my heart with a sharp blade, making me no peace. I think I have to write it out, but I hesitated fifteen years. I feel that I’m far from profound about the experience of love and death. To me, this story is too bloody, too cruel, too dignified, and in any event, I am struggling. Who can imagine, he will cut open a pig’s chest as numerous, as will the glittering butcher