“这个世界会好吗?”梁漱溟曾这样冷冷地问。没有人告诉他答案,但也许他早已明了,于是他索性阖了眼,不愿再看见什么。我没有梁漱溟的铮铮铁骨,我只是在时代的风口浪尖上痛心着,叹一句:“悲哉!”如期而至的风雨,谁跌跌撞撞踩着谁,没说一声“对不起”就消失在人海;如约而行的焦点专访,谁笑评农民工冻死,没说一句“抱歉”就销声匿迹。我们选择冷漠,我们施以冷漠;我 “This world will be okay?” Liang Shuming once said coldly. No one told him the answer, but perhaps he already knew, so he simply closed his eyes and did not want to see anything again. I did not Liang Shu-ming’s clank iron bone, I am just distracted on the cusp of the times, sigh: “Sad!” “As the storm, who stumbled on who did not say Sorry! In the sea of ​​people; as the focus of an interview with an interview, who laughed at migrant workers freeze to death, did not say ”Sorry " disappeared. We choose indifference, we give indifference; me