《被窝是青春的坟墓》

引子——还记得这本书是同学推给我的，在学校的图书馆借阅了，读到一半又因为种种原因还回去了，至今还在遗憾没把那本书读完。

如今，我不过是以在幻想和回忆之间流盼的浮躁姿态，向死而生。

Now, I just live to death with an impetuous attitude of longing between fantasy and memory.

这是人间四月天，春晓烟花的季节。

This is April day on earth, the season of spring dawn fireworks.

我站在熟稔的街道上，于火树银花的暖暖夜色之中观此去经年的繁盛记忆。

I stood on the familiar street, watching the prosperous memories of the past years in the warm night of fire trees and silver flowers.

院子里的寒花啄雪，你怎知道，那是意味着上一个春天已逝，还是下一个春天未来。

The cold flowers in the yard peck at the snow. How do you know if it means that the last spring is gone or the next spring will come.