这是必经的阶段:从最开始绝对的自由,变得小心翼翼如履薄冰,然后,终于从窄门中穿过,前面将是一片豁然开朗的景观。那种自由是深刻的,不再浅薄。像卡尔维诺说的,小说的“轻”不是一片羽毛的轻,而是一只鸟的“轻盈”。我希望写出像鸟一样飞起来的小说。而这需要想象力作为依托。 This is a necessary stage: absolute freedom from the very beginning, to become carefully thin ice, and then, finally, through the narrow door, the front will be a clear-cut landscape. That freedom is profound, no longer superficial. As Calvino said, the novel’s Light is not a light feather, but a bird’s light. I wish I could write a novel that flies like a bird. This requires imagination as a support.