一位写小说的朋友曾给我讲过这样一个故事：九岁的时候，他的父亲要他去一片麦地里寻找忘在那儿的水壶。那片麦地非常大，麦子又长得高，水壶却很小，朋友找了老半天，也没有发现水壶，他两手空空走了回去。父亲二话没说，自己走进了麦地，不一会儿，父亲就找到了自己的水壶， One friend who wrote a novel once told me the story: At the age of nine, his father asked him to go to a field of corn to find the kettle he had forgotten. The piece of corn is very large, the wheat grows taller, the water bottle is very small, the friend looks old for a long time, did not find the water bottle, he left empty handed both hands. His father did not say anything else, his walk into the cornfield, and soon, my father found his own kettle,