这些年，生活的现代，在门之防盗的钢板与窗户的网笼里，真的连隔邻而居的人家之姓什名谁都不知道。熟人对面过来，常常无言相视而去，真是“垂垂老矣”，似已无力再多说一句多余的话，脸上极其微小也是微妙的表情，正是相互不用说什么，什么都知道的符号。作为一个作家，在自? These years, the modern life, in the door of the cage and the window of the cage, really close to anyone else next door name no one knows. Accompanied by acquaintances, often silent talk, really “old and old,” seems to have been unable to say more than words, the face is extremely small and delicate expression, it is not to say anything to each other, know everything symbol. As a writer, in self?