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我做上文学,最初是因为贫困。我常跟人说,我是走头无路做文学。贫困,从小至大,如影随行,像烧红的烙铁,在我的记忆中,烙下深深的疼痛得令人发狂的伤痕。摆脱贫困,从贫困的包围圈中冲突出来,是我的终极梦想。14岁那年,我挥挥手跟学校再见了,一点依依不舍的感觉都没有,义无反顾地跟着老爸回家修地球。那时才分责任田。我家分到的是一片山排田和山坑田。山排田的田坎比房子高,而田却窄得像个细腰带。山坑田多是冷浆深泥田。种这样田,劳动量超大。
I did literature, initially because of poverty. I often tell people that I am going to do nothing to do literature. Poverty, from childhood to age, go hand in hand like a red-hot iron, in my memory, burn deep pain painful scars. Getting out of poverty and clashing out from the poverty line is my ultimate dream. At the age of 14, I waved goodbye with the school, feeling a little reluctantly, and resolutely following the father to repair the earth. At that time points responsibility field. My family assigned to a mountain row of fields and pit pit. The rows of fields in the hills are higher than the houses, while the fields are narrow like narrow belts. Mountain pit is mostly cold slurry deep mud fields. Such kind of field, large amount of labor.