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在中國渡過了許多日子。
許多。
是否多得足以讓我找到一些什麽？答案是肯定的。
我覺得這樣就很幸運了。三十二歲生日時在黃河以西，找回自己在長江以南。
如今在大洋這邊，看著
清真餐廳的落地玻璃窗外站著一個乞討的老頭子。
拄著拐杖，戴著氈帽。
據說他每天都來。
於是沒有人起身。
老頭子嘻嘻笑了。
用手敲了敲玻璃。
走了。
或許那就是時間。
It knocks on the window.
Waits to be attended.
Lefts, when ignored.
Strange, isn't it? This is the first thing which comes to my mind when I think of that day, when I have seen the beautiful landscape along the Hexi Corridor, when I was progressing into an important stage of my film project. That day. I do not want to write about the landscape, nor about my film. I want to write about time. Lost. But never gone. I saw it with my own eyes.
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