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-季炎-15岁生日的前一天我捧着这本《海边的卡夫卡》读到深夜,床头灯昏暗温婉如同金黄色黏稠的蜂浆,静静地包裹住墙壁上我的黑色剪影。指针悄然滑过12点,星月无言,窗外的一排冬青树冷眼相望——这一切与它们无关,唯独我知晓冬至的来临于我的重大意义。我知道自己已经赶上了卡夫卡彳亍的步伐,同他一样沦为时光的阶下囚,成为最坚强也最懦弱,最充满希望也最绝望,最冲动也最执著,最青春也最沧桑的,15岁的少年。唯一不同的是,他携着出走的预谋,我携着出走的回忆。
- Ji Yan - the day before the 15th birthday I was holding this “Kafka by the sea” read late at night, the bedside lamp dark and gentle as gold sticky beeswax, quietly wrapped my wall on the black Silhouette. The pointer quietly slipped over 12 o’clock, the moon and stars were silent, and a row of holly trees outside the window were cold-eyed - all this had nothing to do with them, except that I knew the great significance of the coming of the winter solstice. I know I have caught up with the pace of Kafka’s footsteps, like him into the prisoner of the time, become the most strong and the most cowardice, the most hopeful and the most desperate, the most impulsive and most persistent, the most youthful and most vicissitudes , 15-year-old boy. The only difference is that he was carrying a premeditated departure, I carried away memories.