我出生在农村。小时候,家里穷得只剩下山水与草木。我感叹面包与牛奶的气息足以令人窒息,却从未想过从那时起我就与文学结下尘缘。后来的某一天,我为之倾倒,每周十块钱的生活费,其中五块就要节省下来买书,我会为了节省五毛钱,从城东的书店问到城西。看一篇隽永的文章,我会忘了吃饭睡觉。那个长相宛如清澈的少年,十年如一日,枕边从未离开过书。我曾经对天发誓,我一定要成为一名优秀的作家。 I was born in the countryside. When I was young, I had only poor landscapes and vegetation at home. I lamented the breath of bread and milk enough suffocating, but never thought I ever since then and literature come to a close. One day afterwards, I dumped it. I spent ten dollars a week on living expenses, and five of them had to be saved to buy books. I would like to save five cents from the East Side Bookstore to the west. See a meaningful article, I will forget to eat and sleep. That looks like a clear teenager, ten years, never left the book pillow. I have swear to God, I must become a good writer.