东坡诗说“事如春梦了无痕”,说的是事情本身,并非记忆。若连记忆也没了,哪会有感慨?其实记忆也有点像梦境容易消失。甄士隐午梦遇见一僧一道,写得历历在目,可一觉惊醒,“所梦之事便忘了大半”。《红楼梦学刊》自创刊起,已过去三十年了。忘掉的事又何止十之八九,记得的真是少而 Dongpo poem that “things like spring without trace”, that is the thing itself, not memory. If not even the memory, which will have emotion? In fact, memory is a bit like a dream easily disappear. Zhen Shi Wu Shi Meng met a monk, written vividly, can be awakened, “the dream of the things they forgot most.” “Dream of Red Mansions” published its own, over the past three decades. As far as I can see, it’s rare