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　　读小学的时候，有很长一段时间内，我害怕一个人走在上学的路上，尤其天气晴朗的中午，这主要的原因是由于一个邻村人称“太阳”的疯子，他总喜欢游荡于学校与我家之间的路上，尤其在冬日的午间。其他的孩子虽然也害怕他，但同时也好奇，总是用石头扔他，或者用木棍子追打他，每当和这些孩子一起遭遇这个叫“太阳”的疯子时，我总是远远的望着，看着伙伴们欺负他，心底却泛出一丝同情，他蓬头垢面，总是穿着同一件破旧的棉絮外露的黑色棉袄，哪怕夏天也如此。他有时会反抗，因为他是疯子，因此下手没有轻重，有时会有小孩被他打疼，便回家告状，家里人就会在自家的门口大骂“太阳”，但不会报复他，因为他毕竟是个孬子--孬子，是我们当地对疯子的称呼。人们几乎都忘记了他的本名，至于他为什么叫“太阳孬子”，似乎也有好些种解释--我早已全然忘记了，但我猜应该不是因为他自称“太阳”的缘故，如同尼采那样。

Some things and places which you thought would be familiar forever and never forgotten will just look like alien and unreal in one day, time changes everything and push us into a state where no stable lives and infinite ideas exist.

The dawn of 6th of the first month of the lunar year always is the time of leaving home every year, and the last night of the dawn always seems different for me, like years before, in the 5th night of the lunar new year, I went outside and contemplated, everything I could think about, and nothing I would concern, it was a habit rather than a real pondering in that time. The new moon was staying near to the west verge of the heaven, and the Venus adheres to it, stars spotted over my head were bleak but still could be seen clearly, some days later, they would twinkle freely i

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