随笔5
之前一个随笔试水写了个鬼故事的一段给大家看， 有朋友说真没想到我还能写这个题材， 其实我不仅能写， 我还很擅长和愿意写这个题材， 这点我应该也是受到了爱伦坡的影响， 和维皇时期， 后维皇时期绝大多数顶级作者一样， 哥特风是我的一个标志， 但不要认为我只会写这个， 正如之前我所说的， 我可以写爱情，神话，武侠， 科幻，生活，战争， 奇幻， 传记， 新闻， 写实， 报告类， 采访类 等各种内容的作品。 之前几天也是重新看了一遍桃花源记， 发觉网上说桃花源记是鬼故事的说法有一定的依据。而且这种可能性非常高。 但如果桃花源记的故事是写实的真事， 那么可以确定的就是人类其实在那个遥远的晋朝就已经用客观事实证明了异度空间的存在， 和最近meiguo 证明的多重宇宙， 平行宇宙概念吻合。 写鬼故事会有点无聊， 所以我更倾向于后者的多重宇宙说法， 大家觉得呢， 就好比聊斋志异， 我可以负责的告诉大家蒲松龄先生的故事都是真事， 但是不能说是真事， 因为清代特有的文字狱制度， 所以只能穿一个鬼故事的皮掩人耳目， 就算被人发现了， 也没证据告他， 嘿嘿。 绝！所以阿拉老蒲是纪实类作者， 你们千万不要误解他。
我还是那句话， 你觉得你英语好的， 能够挤进人类历史前五十高手行列的你可以来试试（雅思托福gre这种货色就不要出来那个什么了， 人该有起码的自知之明， 就像某四大会计师事务所大中华区人事总监， 十个月内天天看我简历， 一天看四次雷打不动， 但是终究没有自信联系我， 虽然看简历的程度有点吃相过于难看， 但是人家的底线还是有的， 就是自知！）。 我上周把我最近一个随笔发给一个英国曼彻斯特人看了， 是有幸有名有面孔的人， 不是reddit 上面dalu人maopai的母语者或者是连本科都没读过的所谓的母语者， 谢谢。 人家看完不仅没有找出任何问题， 还一再表示惊叹。
新一期随笔开始：
On a narrow street like a passageway with silver street-lights all along illuminating it, forming a silver thread fringing it, which was composed of either straight or curvy stretches leading to no visible end, a driverless crimson car which was so prominently seen from a distance was bowling for its temporary destination where from the car shambled out an elderly man with another man much younger walking slowly in his wake so that the latter could keep pace with the former. Without bidding farewell to the vehicle, in the direction of so close a place of a short building, save which it was in pitch-darkness, the two men were walking. The building dimly illuminated was as if welcoming every visitor of the late night and had it had a pair of hands, it would've already reached out to give each visitor a warm welcome of an embrace. The elderly man walked more and more slowly with each pace and spurned the help of the other to make his pace faster. Quite a few moments later, they entered the building whose inside was also dimly illuminated weirdly by luminous paint on the walls all around. Gradually, spread into their ears were people's sounds of incessant groans and moans; whimpers and sobs; cries and complaints, which should've frightened the two new visitors; regardless of which, they inched upstairs on a superannuated flight of wooden steps to the first floor as creaks did not draw to an end until they were off the flight and the situation there was even worse than that of the ground floor. The elderly man took a seat as if he was summoned by such an inanimate item and the other had to take a seat right next to his. A plastic bottle which resembled a dead man's head stuck out an extremely long and thin tongue from its head and once the tip of it touched a veinous hand of this senior man, he turned motionless and half-asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED...
