记得刚刚捏起笔头尝试着开始文学创作的时光,文学的声音还是那般的豪壮,那时的作家是何等的潇洒而风光:一篇作品发表出来,声名鹊起,天下皆知。犹若那峨眉金顶的佛光,作家的头上也罩着一道灼灼光环。于是乎,文学的道路上千军蜂拥烟尘滚滚飞沙蔽日好不热闹,文学成了阳光下一道绚 I remember just trying to start written writing trying to start the literary creation time, the voice of literature is still so heroic, when the writer is so chic and scenery: a piece of work published, fame, known to the world. If that Emei Jinding Buddha light, the writer’s head is also covered with a burning aura. Ever since, the literature on the road thousands of troops flocked to smoke and dust, the sun is not lively, literature has become a sunshine