那天，新大洲创作室给我打电话，说他们室里有个青年作家挺欣赏我，希望彼此在某些恰当时日进行通联。我二话没说应允了。 电话另端早已搁置，我手执话筒还激动得半死。 据说当时我像只鸟轻快地飞出了话亭。至于飞翔的具体细节我无法记清，马马虎虎好像记得身旁有个长发的小姑? On that day, the New Continent Studio called me and said that there was a young writer in my room who admired me very much and hoped each other to conduct communications at some appropriate time. I did not say anything to answer. The other end of the phone has long been shelved, I am also hand-held microphone was too excited to death. It is said that when I flew like a bird fly kiosk. As for the specific details of flying I can not remember, so-so, as if I remember a long-haired girl beside me?