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划舟我们划着小舟上楼梯。我不断扳住栏杆里的桨。我们看见几条鲑鱼从旁边游过,一条接着一条跃起;毫无疑问,它们是在寻找记忆中的卧室。它们就像是楼梯上摔倒的某人,双脚打滑,演绎着电影里的倒放。之后我们在楼梯下经过楼下的壁橱,并觉知到黑色外套和胶鞋在塞满伞和软呢帽洞里的分量;水滴了下来,渗到地上,就像一阵无尽的冥想……最后是楼上大厅平静的水。我们轻轻地沾了沾桨,以防打破平静的黑夜,又似乎是在树林静寂之下的家庭卧室旁滑行了好些日……
We drove the boat up the stairs. I continue to hold the railing of the paddle. We saw a few salmon swim by, followed by a jump; no doubt, they were looking for memories of the bedroom. They are like someone falling down the stairs, skating with both feet, reversing the movie. Then we walked downstairs through the closet under the stairs and realized the weight of the black coat and rubber boots in the hole that filled the umbrella and the soft-boobs hole; water dripping down and seeping into the ground was like an endless meditation ... finally Upstairs lobby calm water. We gently dip the paddle to prevent the break of the night of calm, and it seems to be gliding for a few days in the family bedroom under the silence of the wood ...