如果人生是一棵树,那么少年的梦想该是树苗上的初芽。初春刚临,树苗上的叶芽,就孕育着绿盈盈的梦想,在阳光雨露中舒展、繁生,直至挺拔葳蕤,在阳光下歌唱。这是树对生命最纯真的追求,就像我少年时的作家梦。我出生在教师之家,家里有一只祖传的乌漆书橱和满橱的书本。学龄前,每当父亲从书橱中取出书本,边看边给我讲故事时,是我最快乐的 If life is a tree, then juvenile dreams should be young buds on the saplings. Early spring is approaching, the leaf buds on the saplings, pregnant with a green Yingying dream, in the sunshine and rain stretch, flourishing, until tall and straight, singing in the sun. This is the most pure pursuit of life on the tree, just as I was a boyhood writer dream. I was born in a teacher’s house, home with an ancestral black lacquer bookcase and a full book. Preschool, whenever my father took books out of the bookcase, I was happiest when telling a story to me