我发现了我的英雄,正好在我去找寻他们的地方。仿佛是我把他们装在我的忧虑里一样。起初我不知道怎样识别他们,如今,熟悉了生命的布局,我已经懂得给他们赋予本来没有的性质。可是我又发现自己被这些英雄压迫得太累,只好放弃他们。因为我现在要的是在横逆之下佝偻着的人,是挨第一下鞭子就尖叫的人,是把人生看作没有阳光的地窖、不会笑的沉郁的英雄。可是,如今我找不到他们了。在我的忧虑里充满了年老的英雄,昔日的英雄。 I found my hero, just where I went looking for them. As if I put them in my worry the same. At first I did not know how to recognize them. Nowadays, I am familiar with the layout of life. I already know how to give them something that I did not have. But again I found myself overwhelmed by these heroes and had to give up on them. For what I want now is the man who sits under the transversal heavens, the man who screams at the first whip, the gloomy hero who does not laugh at seeing life as a cellar without sunlight. However, I can not find them now. In my worries filled with the old hero, the hero of the past.