一处新的房屋就如同一双崭新的鞋子,需要与脚趾磨合一段时间,甚至穿出褶皱来.才是自己的。 在我搬进新居的好长一段时间.都感觉像是在作客.不像自己的家,不知主人是谁。应该说,房子装修得大致还符合自己的意愿,算是一种“高级的朴素”.艺术化的家居味道,反正怎么看也不会以为”一不小心走进了某一家豪华宾馆”。但是.房间里就是没有人烟味,像一只荒凉的大盒子,连尘土也没有。一走进房屋,就觉一股阴森凉气从皮肤、从指尖、从头发孔往骨头里边渗。身置其中,总觉包裹了一身陌生。睡醒之后,往往不知身在何处;坐在餐桌上吃饭的自己,竟然仿佛是他人:思路也是堵塞的,似乎哪个方向都没有出口。 A new house is like a pair of brand new shoes, need to run with the toe for some time, or even wear out the folds. For a long time after I moved into a new home, I felt like I was a guest, not like my own home, I do not know who the owner is. Should be said that the decoration of the house is generally in line with their own wishes, be regarded as a “high-level simplicity.” Art of home taste, anyway, how would not think that “accidentally walked into a luxury hotel.” However, the room was unmanned, like a desolate big box, not even dusty. Into the house, I felt an eerie lingering from the skin, from the fingertips, from the hole into the bone inside the seepage. Embracing them, always feel a strange package. After waking up, I often do not know where I am; sitting on the table to eat themselves, even if it is like someone else: ideas are blocked, it seems that there is no exit in any direction.