友从北京来信说,北京的冬天越来越不像冬天了。真实的冬天该是个什么样子?长城边还是一茬接着一茬上演草长莺飞、枯枯荣荣的日子。我坐在电脑旁,坐在虚无的寂静中,键盘上淌着一个让人眼泪溃堤的故事,这是一 Your friend wrote from Beijing that Beijing’s winter is less and less like winter. The real winter is what it looks like? The Great Wall or stubble followed by staged grass long warbler, withered and glory days. I sat next to the computer, sitting in the silence of nothingness, the keyboard dripping a story of tears break, this is a