Transferring

Cracking open the skin, he saw how wounded he’d been.

Fog. It was all due to the fog. He’d never seen such a heavy fog since 17. He couldn’t even remember what he’d done in the last fog. The only things he could recall somehow belonged to the chips containing his lost memory, dry and sunny, not about cloudy or wet. Yeah, the chips. He’d transplanted all his memories on the tiny metals inserted in his head. He was now more like a robot with a human skin. But the muscles were real, and so it was with his organs, vessels, blood, and above all, emotion. He doubted this. He doubted he was able to think and function because of being manipulated by the chips, which were invented by Dr. Nihility. He believe he had been deprived of all the original inside himself, brain-washed and controlled.

However, Dr. Nihility hold a rather different and interesting view. He told me, the reporter, that he was actually saving him, I mean, you know the guy who’d been inserted chips. Attention, please. The doctor said “Saving”. Let’s see what the doctor had told me about the whole issue.

My job was travelling around the globe. But don’t get jealousy of me. It’s not admiring at all. I help people ease their pain and move forward. Whenever there’s a trauma, there will be me, possibly. Yeah, possibly, because sometimes patients defy me and resist my appearances. I simply don’t understand why. I devote all myself to helping people and asking for no return. I can help them clear their wounds and pretend nothing has ever happened and then lead a much happier life. For a person like me, I should have won countless Nightingale awards!

Normally, whenever I come across with defiance, I will always respect patients’ choices. But the only exception is just lying in front of you—the chipped guy.  Let’s just name him Andrew any way. He couldn’t even speak clearly of his name when I got close to him.

It was on a foggy day, just like recent days. He seemed quite wounded then. My only diagnosis to any patient is they’ve been in a trauma, cracking open the entity of their spirits. See? The cure is quite simple. Just like I’ve mentioned, I help them get rid of the trauma and sew their spirits.  Then they get full and happier. But Andrew’s case was quite complicated. He was quite hesitant when I saw him. Normally, people go to the two extremes when seeing me, whether hugging me as their Lord, or defying me as the Satan. I’d never seen such a in-between state. He held my arms while kicking me. Luckily, I cannot get hurt and feel pain. Otherwise, I’d be dead before I came up with a solution. I forgave this child, I forgave his vulnerability and cowardice when he was in the pain of a fever and a trauma.

I pitied him. So I tried very hard to save him. As days passed by, I felt more and more like a lame loser. Yeah, I should admit it was my crisis as I’ve never been not able to find cures for each patient. One night, it was heavily foggy and was just like the day when I found Andrew. Seeing the child twisting in pain, I was furious with my inability. I got no way but turned to the wine. It was dangerous, you know. Dr. Nihility comes from alcohol but dies from it as well. I am unique and not getting dying after I was born because I’ve cured various people and their happiness keep me alive. I risked turning to alcohol in the hopes of getting a strengthened power, frightened yet courageous. I couldn’t guarantee that I could manage to escape from my living principle but I did want to save Andrew, demonstrating I’m the best cure for every person. I should say, it was my nobility and courage that I finally made it. I got the power and invented the chips. Humanity called the chips a machine but I don’t think so. They are a cure and a bliss from me.

I told Andrew the whole solution. He seemed hesitant again but accepted it in the end. Knowing a different environment might get him better, I took him to the north of the country where are filed with more sunshine and no more fogs. Although the effect seems quite good, I’m still concerned about this particular case and couldn’t spare myself to tend others. You know, on the way to the north, I looked over the ancient medication book of my family and speculated on how hesitance will affect the cure. I got scared for the first time in my entire life. The book said, “Hesitance is a in-between state between defiance and acceptance. Whenever you are going to cure a patient with hesitance, my Nihilies, be aware! Hesitance means an unwakened power of a self-fighting. You could only let such patients die, in a withered spirit. Never dare to cure them. You can’t ,otherwise it will even cost your own life. SO FAR, no successful cases have been recorded on humans but not plants and animals. ” Had I read it before I drank the wine, I would never touch that child. But how could I leave that child, letting him dying in pain? Thank God, if He exists in my world, I made a miracle. See, I’ve used human technologies in my career. I guess from now on, the history book of my family will write a special chapter for my remarkable feat. But as a doctor and as earnest scientist am I, I haven’t told anybody in my family yet. I’d rather call the cure given to Andrew as an experiment. If he die in the future with the chips operating with no odds, then I’ll call it a great and unprecedented success.  Well, I should say my work is doing exceptionally well except on foggy days. I guess the trauma Andrew got on that foggy day couldn’t be erased easily. So I brought him back to the south, to make adjustments to my chips. I’m 100% sure this is going to be a great success. That’s why I summoned you to this interview. I sincerely want to you help me record the whole processes and make it as the record to demonstrate to my families. Haha, you know, we the Nihilies are never great history recorders.

He punched himself in the legs. It didn’t hurt at all. I guess for a numbing person like him, he knew nothing about the physical pain but the psychological one.

“What I came back for? I can’t even remember what has happened here!“ He murmured. He found himself lying in nowhere of his thought, bored, like a walking dead. “Will be my life like this forever?” He said to himself, putting the CD “Summer/Fever” by Sodagreen into the silver player. But the pain in his head kept distracting him. He simply didn’t know this was due to that the doctor was right doing the adjustment. He might even not know the CDs of Sodagreen was part of it. Dr.Nihility had his own idea.

I know this child loves music and I find the indie music from an island a marvelous remedy. Its lyrics soften his hard core, and its tones make him peaceful. That'll do great good for my treatment. Through all my selections, I find the CDs of Sodagreen the best one.

The very CD was recorded in London.

“A foggy city just like where I live!” Andrew shouted. What an coincidence. For the reason he could not figure out, he felt a burst of happiness. “Probably it will help me retrieve my memory.”

“But of course, that’s the last thing I want to see”says the doctor. He don’t seem any worried about what’s going on. When I asks about him whether the application of Sodagreen’s latest album will make a counter effect. He shakes his head with confidence, and I’m kind of moved. He tells me he will never let the child remember the pain the trauma has left on him on that foggy night when every human being was masked by the short insight and I will make his spirit complete and whole and have no holes.

The music in the album seemed quite melodious as Andrew listened, sang and danced.  He stared at the iridescent blossom on the album cover and burst out a laughter and a crying at the same time. Suddenly, he got notice of the dew drops on the window. It  was foggy outside. The voice kept resonating in the headphone, and he felt like being brought to London.

“Had I been brought to London, I would never have a trauma and that a great pain! Andrew!” He shouted his name and fainted away.

“What’s going on? “ I asks the doctor, seeing smoke coming out of the chips. “His self-consciousness and memory are coming back! Oh, mon Dieu!” What a chaos, and I didn’t realize Dr. Nihility knows of French. At an eye blink, the smoke vanishes but the Doctor collapses. And Andrew lapses into a coma, with the lyrics book held tight in his hands.

The doctor reluctantly gets up and cries, and says,’'I’m now waiting to talk to this child.”

Before I get to figure out this sequence of events, the doctor begins to get dimmer and more and more like a ghost. All of the sudden, there appears a light in the room and the child comes out of a window, glittering and joyful like he’s never been. The light passes through Dr’s Nihility’s transparent body and focuses on the dust in it.

“Doctor,” says Andrew, “Thanks for helping me all the time. It’s time you let me go.”

“I only want to make you happy. I only want your spirit full and complete and have no holes. Didn’t you feel happy when the chips worked?”

“It’s only happiness of nihility.”

“But how about Plants Vs Zombies. You were very happy when playing it. See? Happiness can be that simple. You definitely don’t need to worry about those big issues in your life.”

“You mean Zombie on the lawn? If I keeps playing, I will end up a zombie myself!”

“How could it be possible? And what’s wrong with having a complete and full spirit? Did you really feel good when suffering from the trauma and the pain?”

“No, not at all. But I guess you Nihilies and me a human has different definitions of spirits. Haven’t you heard what Qingfeng sings in ‘Near Future’—There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in”

“I guess that’s the flaw in my plan. Does that single sentence have much bigger power than my chips??”

“Yes, that’s the crack and it only shows you still don’t understand humanity. And I guess that’s the crack for both of us to get waiting for the sunshine.”

“I guess I’ll never be my imagined figure in my family. Farewell, my dear. But I only hope you can be happy”

“Thanks, doctor, any way. Even I know your name suggests you don’t exist, I still want to thank you. I guess happiness is aroused not for the sake of being happy, but on the reflections of pain. Even if my life will be full of holes, I will be surrounded by the sunshine, leading me to be immortal!”

After the conversation was finished, Andrew woke up and looked up into the sky. He knew the remedy was right inside himself.

I am really happy Andrew finally came to himself. And I’m hoping the same miracle will be created by myself.

生命必须有裂缝，阳光才能照进来。

某位苏打绿的歌迷写了这么一首给苏打绿的歌，确实被感动了。

当我们面对世界争吵厌倦
藏匿在彼此相信的游乐园
当身边嘴角诉斥笑容不见
就暂停在我们之间的这天
背着我坠落的快乐,被无与伦比的美丽重新上色
因你而夏的季节一起游乐,唱着那首简单的小情歌
写给绿的情书,在你的频率漂浮,与你共舞
这世界重复,让我们麻木,用你的符号为我们解读
写给绿的情书,在是你的海放逐,不再怕哭
只怕时间和琴声交错太久以后,你们还在不在我的左手
也许就逐渐忘了有多久,遥远的以后 请带我走
你让蝴蝶在人梦中停靠
你让鱼群不再羡慕飞鸟
在这个被雨困住的城市
让我们狂热自己的样子

大概只有熟悉苏打绿的人才能体会出歌词的来源和含义。

试听地址：http://www.yyfc.com/play.aspx?reg_id=2413993&song_id=3698756&type=4

罗汉寺里，善男信女烧着香，拜着佛。

诚心的祈求，或，一时兴起的跪拜。

作揖，磕头，捐功德。

听大悲咒，听净土居士讲

也许并不是来自佛法的道理。

一位老婆婆说

只要心诚，

即使不烧香，

哪怕作几个揖就行。

一位居士说

不要陷入尘世的纠葛，

如果想要寻静，

可以来寺庙小住一晚。

如果某个夜晚，

神明降临，

智慧是否会开悟？

抑或——

信仰只是一种唤醒。

相信万物的灵性，

神明泛泛而在。

就在心中便有，

自己的神明和神明的自己。

有的时候，串起我回忆的不过是自己在某个时刻写在某本书上的文字。

我以为当自己的思想出现偏差的时候，不管是以何种方式，我总会在自然的拥抱中寻找到启迪。翻开法布尔的《昆虫记》，看到那些对于昆虫拟人的描述，找不到丝毫的感触。想想或许自己从来都是跟植物更有缘。我总是不会招小猫小狗的喜欢，或许是因为我能接受它们的可爱，却不能接受它们有时候的肆意妄为，它们也很有灵性地感受到我的感受，所以很少有小猫小狗对我很亲近。而植物总是安安静静的，于静默中沉淀着力量。我懒洋洋地从书架上抽出安歌的《植物记》，捧起这一本读了两年都未曾读完的文字，只想找到平静，却有了意外的收获。若不是看到扉页上的那些字，我可能都记不起来那些消失或掩埋在时光中的植物和它们所串起的记忆了。

------------------------------2007年------------------------------

2007年的夏天是一个疯狂采摘植物的夏天，因为有一位老师“逼”着我们去当蝗虫。

在上“植物地理学”之前和邱老师的唯一接触只有那你来我往的两封邮件。那是在大二上学期期末选课的时候，享有优先权的大三的师兄师姐们把“生态学”的课程名额几乎抢光了。于是我就给邱老师发了一封邮件，恳请他扩大班级的规模。邱老师提出了一两点选课的建议（他显然找错了人，应该跟教务的人说差不多），简单地介绍了一下这门课程，并且还劝我不要选这门课，因为下学期的必修课“植物地理学”是会非常累人的。后来我又翻看了一下学院网站上邱老师的个人主页，没看出什么究竟就很奇怪的就在心中有了一种期待，期待下学期能很快见到邱老师。

也许是听惯了周老师和刘老师标准的北京话，老实说第一次听邱老师开口说话，我着实有点失望。加上邱老师总是用那种一成不变的单调音调在念着他精心制作的ppt上的文字，于是我又多少对这么课感到一些失望。但大二下学期才开始的那段时间，我似乎是卯足了劲儿想要改变我过去一年半的不良作风，于是什么都没想的只顾听老师讲课，什么也没有多想，懵懵懂懂地学习着“植物地理学”，又很辛苦的在每周五的晚上在教二109看邱老师翻三个小时的英文ppt。

和邱老师的第一次近距离接触是在第四次还是第五次的生态学课后。晚上9点后的教二，我陪着邱老师在稍显寒冷的春风中走了学院。我其实只想问问怎么学好“生态学”，邱老师却讲了很多题外话，例如他是怎么学英语的、中国现在很差的学术等等。这段谈话肯定对我有一定的影响，至少起了一段时间的作用，可是很快我又如往昔一样开始颓废沉沦，连开学时卯足的那股劲儿也没有了。另一边，游走在两个专业一共45个学分的课程中，我确实有些疲于应付了。学习也只是上课听讲，做好作业而已。同学们似乎对邱老师都没什么感觉，而我倒也在上课的时候注意到邱老师在不经意间传递一些东西。例如邱老师很有才的以植物为题做过很多打油诗；又如例如他说他对校园的植物进行了多年的观察，发现了植物的花期提前了，不知道个中的潜台词是不是在激发我们对于环境的关注，力图将我们对于个人世界过多的关注转移到更为宏大的视野中去。

恼人的是我们不仅有时候不知道邱老师在讲些什么，我们还要背诵那么多植物的属性，在大家手中见得最多的就是那两三页写满植物分属和特征的打印稿了。

从四月底开始，等万物都已经萌生得差不多的时候，邱老师便开始逼着我们做蝗虫了。首先，我们是蝗虫中的学生，在邱老师和师姐的带领下认识了校园里的大部分植物，从土麦冬到小叶黄杨，从悬铃木到刺槐。接着我们是蝗虫中的后勤部门，准备好报纸、夹板、标签纸、枝剪、小铲子等等工具材料。然后我们每个人就都是蝗虫中冲锋陷阵的战士了，从集体作战到小分队作战，无论是草本，还是灌木，校园里的植物几乎无一幸免。作为第四小组的主要leader之一，我显然把采集植物制作标本作为各个小组的暗战之一，有时候狂热到将西西楼前的桃树上尚在发育的果实收入囊中，又差一点想趁月黑风高的时候把主楼前盆栽的花弄进我们的标本夹。我肯定是在无所顾忌地发泄体内的青春能量，不过脑子的就去践踏那些花花草草，如果小时候摧残地上的蚂蚁一般。神经正常的时候，我也会喜欢那些充满诗意的植物的名字，例如教八前那一排玄参科的泡桐以及教四前那几棵高大的悬铃木。

后来我们就转战鹫峰了。对鹫峰的唯一印象就是在突如其来的雨后，我们小组坐在山中小道旁一边吃着午餐，一边挨个用不同语言（至少有普通话、四川话和英文，应该还有日文吧）高呼：“邱老师太有才了！”一周以后又来到了小龙门进行生态学实习。我拉了有生以来最大的一个样方，又亲自目睹了邱老师是怎样和每一级的女生开相同的玩笑，无非就是把某某某卖到这里我们就省饭钱之类的了。在小龙门的生活很好玩，整个周末都贡献给了充满负氧离子的地方，而我们班十几个人和邱老师的辩论无疑是整个实习最为出彩的地方（以后再写）。

（Cheng and I. 这张照片是我在学校认植物期间仅有的三张照片之一。我抱着的就是制作标本的工具。Photo by Student So-so，相片摘自Cheng的Picasa Webalbum。照片系某日与刺猬闲聊时重新发现的）

从开始认植物开始，生活就止不住的忙碌，很快期末来临，参加了数不清的考试，便开始打点好行装走向坝上。

我始终觉得在坝上的野外实习是大学四年中最好的一次。白天，在蔓延无尽的草原上拉着样方或是挖着土坑；晚上，进行各种计算或者植物标本的制作。有很多的空闲时间，我却没有用来悲伤。天朗气清的时节，我也受到自然的感召，顺应本心的快乐。邱老师和张老师以及随行的王老师都很和蔼，我没有任何的压力，不像在大三以后要随时面对我的导师一样。大学的时光才过去一半，一切都没有决定，一切都有可能，我在快乐恣意地做着美好的梦。

在坝上的最后一天，天空异常地湛蓝。云朵很厚，我很想抓着它们好好躺在上面酣睡一场。

随后在2007年的11月，邱老师踏上了美利坚合众国的领土，在耶鲁做了一年的访问学者。再一次相见，是一年以后了。继而日子像流水一般很快逝去，邱老师怎么的就当上了学院的副院长。在毕业聚餐，借着酒精的力量，喝到酒精过敏的我不知道搂着邱老师说了些什么话，大概是在感谢他在大二的时候带给我生命的亮光。

------------------------------1998年------------------------------

读小学的时候我总是有一些奇思妙想，譬如夜晚灯光下的植物会进行光合作用吗？

我对植物的兴趣大概是因为家里面有那个几盆花，种得最多的当属茉莉。曾几何时，在同学家做客的时候我也忍不住数一下别人家的茉莉一共有多少花骨朵，然后和自家的茉莉比一下，我很自觉地想方设法地多数出很多。小学时候的作文训练最常见的一种方法就是观察植物，在我的观察下我没察觉出茉莉有什么不一样的地方，只一个劲儿地观察貌似可以当作花骨朵的地方。我绝对算是一朵奇葩。

当然，自己偶尔也拿着铲子当个小小园丁。在同学的帮助下，我曾经种过薄荷、西瓜，也想着给它们授粉，可是总是有新的事物吸引我，久而久之就把它们送去投胎转世了。

我唯一种得很长久的植物就是牵牛花。

当我还是一个小小园丁的时候，我喜欢在小阳台的花台里瞎倒弄。有一次不知道怎的，我把半截山药埋在了土里，后来竟发了芽，也不知道是不是真的是山药发出的藤蔓，总觉得它想某种杂草一样。某一次，我不知道受到了怎样的蛊惑，总觉得应该有蜜蜂来光临这草了吧，尽管它还没开花。然后我就偷偷地打开橱柜，拿出蜂蜜，败家地把蜜蜂的果实涂抹在我所谓的山药的叶子上。好像还真招来了一只蜜蜂，却没有蝴蝶。

“每一只蝴蝶，都是从前的一朵花的鬼魂回来寻找她自己。”

某日，我这个园丁还在小阳台上劳作的时候，偶遇到住五楼的左阿姨在种花。她问我要不要牵牛花的种子，于是我想都没想就答应了，并接受了培训。

每年的三月或者四月是播种牵牛花最好的时节。若是早了，新出的苗会冻着；若是晚了，新出的苗可能又受不了太阳的灼烧（在重庆，差不多四月末就算是进入夏季了）。把种子扔在土里，等一段时间后就会看到土里钻出了牵牛花的幼苗，那形状颇像小朋友的两只手捧在自己的下巴上（更直观的说，更像人教社那标志性的防伪商标吧）。然后就一天天看着它们长大，继而在土里插上几根竹签或者木棍，好让它们的枝蔓顺着某个支撑物向上攀爬。到了夏季，最为激动人心的莫过于看这一年生的植物开花了。两三天的酝酿，螺旋状的花骨朵越长越大，终于在某个清晨，看见它们盛开成了一朵朵喇叭；然而一天以后就看见它们垂落了，像一个老妪蜷缩着皱巴巴的身体。花谢以后等上一段时间，就能在花萼上收取种子了。小心翼翼地将它们收集近一个半裁的信封，等着来年的春天将这朝开暮谢的花朵再次播种。

我种的牵牛花是紫红色的，而我也和同学交换过蓝色牵牛花的种子。许是因为我一开始得到的就是紫红色的牵牛花，所以我向来以为紫红色的牵牛花是最美的。如烟熏妆般，华丽而又神秘。

初中以后，我对那些植物过问得越来越少了，我作为一个小小园丁的唯一职责就是在每年的春天播撒牵牛花的种子，又在花谢以后收集它们的种子，等待着下一个循环。如今，我对牵牛花唯一的印象就是在2002年6月中考的某一天，我看到有三朵牵牛花同时绽放。而现在，我已早不种牵牛花了，而家里面的任何植物我几乎也不再过问了。

后来在一些闲言碎语中我知道了左阿姨家过得不好，是家庭关系不和谐那种不好。小的时候我时常看到她在阳台上打理她那些数不过来的花，而后又偶然看到她订阅过养花的杂志。你说，她种下的是花还是寂寞？而我种下的是花还是成长？

------------------------------2009年------------------------------

某日，在小区跑步的时候，看到银杏树的叶序，我仿佛突然间想起了点什么，似乎是想起了邱老师分发给我们的北京地区植物的名单，让我们辛苦地背诵。但是小区里面种类繁多的植物很快分散了我的注意力，转过下一个角落我就忘了。面对高大的蒲葵，甚至更为高大的建筑森林，我只是渺小的一个人。

学校里银杏总是很多，北京的银杏也总是很多。对它们的依恋或许就是对师大和对北京的依恋。

遥远的古代，冰川的世纪，中国的山脉保留下了这一植物的活化石。当它蔓布在中华的大地之上时，它们是我十七岁到二十一岁光景的见证人。

十年之前，我最爱翻阅的书是《少儿百科全书》中的自然卷。那有着大熊猫的绿色封皮总能带给我无尽的期待。我喜欢阅读每一个星座的故事，我喜欢读一些关于植物的常识。十年之后，我蛰居在家中因为一本《植物记》串起了那些消失或者掩埋在时光的植物和它们带来的记忆。

十年，人生的下一个十年又将走向何方呢？

我总在想，小区里的银杏树是否可以和北京的银杏树息息相通、心心相印，触碰到它们的枝干是不是就能触碰到故都的银杏树，让我感受我能北京（或者更确切地说师大）保留一丝温存的联系，回想起银杏见证的我的四年，抑或能让远在北国如今仍然能够守候在银杏旁的同学朋友们感受到我并不遥远的距离。

我唯一所能做的，是目睹我身边的银杏树开始洒下落叶，在一叶落而知天下秋的时节，默默地怀念撒着手上却不能紧握的逝去的时光，然后静默地沉潜、等待。

“隐身于世界，才能感受世界的存在”。——阿语诗人 阿多尼斯

前段时间报纸上抄得沸沸扬扬的重庆索道事件是这样的：重庆为了架设桥梁沟通渝中区和两外两个区，准备修建两座大桥，而这两座大桥的最佳选址会使得极具重庆特色的交通方式——索道被迫拆除。于是不论是专家还是普通的民众都自发的发出了保卫索道的声音，相信大家对这种特殊的交通方式是非常有感情的。

我相信每个人的成长经历都会在他/她的脑海中留下深刻的痕迹。记得去年上《城市规划概论》的时候，老师拷问我们有哪些交通方式，全班只有我一个人说出了索道（这种交通方式显然太过稀少，朱老师都没写在讲义中，也不知道她是否按照课堂上的承诺把它写入了给学弟学妹们的讲义中）。这不奇怪，因为全班只有我一个人来自重庆。有的时候，一些实物就是一个符号，只有当这个符号mean something to you的时候，你才会察觉到它的价值。

香港在拆除钟楼和皇后码头后，有民众觉得香港已经不再是香港了，有人说香港人的的集体记忆和集体认同被毁了。我想这正如背井离乡的人舍不得故土一样，有些东西一旦没了，我们的精神则会少了一个承载体，抑或我们将缺乏某种精神力量的源泉。或许到那时就会感到一些不正常，如同法师缺了法袍，魔法的力量顿时了少了一些。

重庆城的确越来越繁华。我昨天第一次坐了一下嘉陵江索道到了正在修建中的中央公园。站在江北看渝中，果然是城市森林一般，高楼大厦密密麻麻完全不透风——这可是我生活的地方！可是繁华背后又有多少精神上的充实和自己的特色，只不过是另外一个城市的翻版。有人说，从某个角度看解放碑觉得置身在曼哈顿一样。这完全不是在夸奖重庆，简直是嘲讽！等城市化的进程逐渐缓慢，越来越多的翻版城市竞相拔地而起的时候，重庆如果没有了一点特色，那么她终将被世人遗忘。

当然这种可能性还是比较小的，因为毕竟重庆是一座建在山上的城市，这一点就很有特色。可是我们有特色的东西又毕竟太少了。如果索道没了的话，重庆又会少了一样能让普通市民感到特别甚至骄傲的东西了。对于那些以前以索道作为通勤工具的人们来说，如果索道被拆除的话，他们或许比我们会更痛苦。

1996年2月21日长江索道。我已经忘了我是站在南岸还是渝中区了，从对岸的景色看，我应该是在南岸区，因为貌似有看到解放碑的渝都大酒店。

2009年8月30日。嘉陵江索道带我驶向修建中的中央公园。

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