这本书的出发点,就是为自己去写的东西。你会对别人的私人记忆有兴趣吗?一个你不认识的人?一般不会。除非他写得真的很好看;还不够,这种好看必然是像一粒粒散落在田野里的麦子,看似毫无章法,你却能在一粒粒捡拾里,猛然抬头,发现前方灯火人家。无需再去辨认出哪个门牌号,只是你知道那是你熟悉的。在别人的故事里,你会一个激灵,你会若有感触,这些都是模糊的,所以说不上什么“看见”自己, The starting point of this book is to write for yourself. Are you interested in someone else’s private memory? A person you do not know? Generally not. Unless he wrote it really good-looking; not enough, this good-looking must be like a grain scattered in the fields of wheat, seemingly without a rule, you can in a grain of pick up, suddenly looked up and found the front lights People. No need to identify which house number, but you know that you are familiar with. In the story of others, you will be a shy, if you feel, these are vague, so can not say anything “see ” yourself,