我的“进城”系列写到《父亲的晚年生活》就是之五了。一位与我有同样遭遇的江西老表他姓虞,他写信跟我讲,小说让他落泪了。随后约了一帮子人,有江苏的,有安徽的,基本都是在城里安了家却失去了故乡的人。小聚时是天黑后,灯火阑珊处,地方叫野味馆,喝陕西酒,吃江西菜,讲客家话。菜馆里有一道菜,香熏大雁,这道菜被点空了。我想,难怪好久没看到过咿呀咿呀的“人”字,因为大雁被人们摆上了餐桌。后来再想,“云中谁寄锦书来”稀少了,或许是这些大雁也失去了故乡。 My “into the city ” series wrote “Father’s later life” is the fifth. One of my cousins ​​in Jiangxi, who had the same experience with me, was surnamed Yu. He wrote to tell me that the novel let him cry. Then about a group of children, Jiangsu, Anhui, are basically in the city but lost their hometown home. When the gathering is dark, the dim light, the place called the game hall, drinking Shaanxi wine, eating Jiangxi cuisine, Hakka dialect. There is a dish in the restaurant, scented geese, this dish was ordered empty. I think it is no wonder that for a long time I have not seen the words “people”, because geese were put on the table by people. Then think again, “Clouds who send brochures ” sparse, perhaps these geese also lost their hometown.