一一直觉得,人生不过像是走一个圆。起初,离着原点越来越远,终了,却离着原点愈来愈近;起初,是牙牙学语的孩童,终了,是浸润沧桑的白发;由天真无知化作世故圆滑,由世故圆滑再化作大智谙达。可文学这个圆,以如此温煦的姿态,缠绕成死结,环在我腕间,烙在我掌心。2013年春天的那个早晨,我急急忙忙地赶赴天津 Always felt, life, but like a circle. At first, farther and farther away from the origin, and finally, but away from the origin closer and closer; at first, babbling children, and finally, is infiltrating the vicissitudes of the white hair; Re-evolution of wisdom to reach too. This literature can be a circle, with such a warm gesture, winding into knot, ring in my wrist, branded in my palm. That morning in the spring of 2013, I hurried to Tianjin