很有气韵，意犹未尽

幸福的人啊

如方少、nana般…

“So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.”

也不是我翻译的。

这是语言很难描述的一次旅行，昨天烧饼正好提到，我就找出来贴上了。

hufey，还去，过两天。
风华，是啊，为什么？
爱虹，北京。

欣燃，snoopy，五一以后，咱们见面，一起。

文学家们，你们好。。。各种挥手。