现在只有一部红色的手机还在暧昧不已地连接着我过去的生活,或者更确切地说是我以往所存在过的某一段的时空片段。冬天过去了,春天又在我不经意间悄悄地爬满枝头。如果我拿起那部红色手机,拨通那个隐藏在偌大的恰卜恰小镇的电话号码时,那里的春天也会来到我身边,具体地说是那个叫“青年公园”所呈现的美好的春天就会来到我身边。我在那里整整待了三个月之久。公园里开满一种柔弱而美丽的花朵,它们就像一对对情侣在拥抱亲吻。风过时,它们又像一对对隐入树丛里相亲相爱的可爱鸟儿。而在夜晚,那里却漆黑无比。小雨过后,地上汪着一摊摊积水,我充满恐惧地奔跑在恰卜恰小镇上那个漆黑的公园里,我眼前晃动着那些被夹在树枝上痛苦而潮湿的灵 Now only a red phone is still ambiguous connection with my past life, or more precisely, I have existed in the past some time and space fragments. The winter passed, and the spring quietly covered my branches inadvertently. If I picked up the red cellphone and dialed the phone number hidden in the huge town of Chambhah, the spring there would come to me, specifically the one called “Youth Park” The beautiful spring will come to me. I stayed there for exactly three months. The park is full of a soft and beautiful flower, they are like a pair of lovers hugging and kissing. Outdated, they are like a pair of lovely birds who love each other in hidden trees. In the night, there is extremely dark. After the rain, there was a spreading pool of water on the floor, and I ran full of fear in the dark park on the town of Qabuqia, in front of me, shaking the painful and damp spirit caught in the branches