窗户,纸和笔。无论昼夜,拉上厚窗帘,隔绝世上的喧嚣。这多年的习惯——写作,是从哪儿开始的?面对童年,与那个孩子对视。皆因情起,寻找生命的根。从十五岁起,有个作家的梦想,根本没想到过要付出多少代价。恍如隔世,却近在咫尺:迷失、黑暗、苦难,生者与死者,包括命运。穿越半个世纪的不测风云——我头发 Windows, paper and pens. Whether it is day or night, pull thick curtains to isolate the world. This long-standing habit—Writing, where did it start? Facing childhood, it was with that child. Because of love, look for the root of life. Since the age of fifteen, there has been a writer’s dream and I have never thought of how much it will cost. For example, it is a world away, but it is close at hand: lost, dark, suffering, living and dead, including fate. Half a century of unpredictable winds - my hair