文学已经成了我生命中重要的一部分,这点我毫不质疑。现在回忆起小时候在废品收购站的废纸堆里偷偷捡回的半部《八月乡村》,如获至宝,油灯夜读,就已经是文学血液在我身体里流淌了。这股血液在我体内流淌了四十多年,通过不间断地学习,尤其是后来如饥似渴地阅读、走访与写作,我只能说,一个真正在阅读与写作的人,其中的甘苦,只有自己心知肚明。 Literature has become an important part of my life, and I have no doubt at this point. Now I recall the half-August “village in August” that I seized from the waste paper heap of the waste collection station when I was a child. It was already literary blood flowing in my body if it was a treasure. This blood has been flowing through me for more than forty years. Through continuous study, especially later eager to read, visit and write, I can only say that one who is really reading and writing, the bitter but only himself Know well.