改革开放那年.我怀着放飞的梦想带着儿子来到了爱人身边——首都北京。月上柳梢头,人约黄昏后。十五平方米的斗室成了我们共同的乐园。我们谈理想,谈人生,谈兴趣,憧憬着未来美好的生活——两居室的房子、一盏台灯,能放一张小小的书桌。少年时便有一个读书和写作的梦。文革的浩劫,时代的 In the year of reform and opening up, I took my son to my lover with the dream of flying - Beijing, the capital city. Liu Shaotou on the moon, after about dusk. Fifteen square meters of cubicles became our common paradise. We talk about the ideal, talk about life, talk about interest, looking forward to a better future life - two-bedroom house, a lamp, can put a small desk. There is a dream of reading and writing as a teenager. Cultural Revolution catastrophe, the times