微笑着上场,执笔,落墨,倒计时响起,他轻轻点下确定。这是中央电视台之前播出的中国汉字听写大会。节目十分简单,只有一个主持人向来自各省的选手报出听写的词语,选手听写后由评委裁定。紧张的气氛中,观众和选手一起埋头,在记忆中苦苦思索着那些简单的横竖,红色的米字格间,流淌着简单的悲喜。当我们安静地坐下来,执一支笔,在横竖点撇捺间,在遗忘与记忆间找寻汉字的浑圆,苦思冥想后却发出“这字常说,竟写不出来”的感慨,那一刻,身处繁华此岸的我们是 Smiling, playing, writing, ink, countdown, he gently click OK. This is a Chinese character dictation conference broadcast before CCTV. The program is very simple. Only one host sends words of dictation to players from all provinces. After the player dictates, the judge decides. In a tense atmosphere, the audience and the players immerse themselves in the memory, thinking hard about the simple horizontal and vertical words, the red rice characters, flowing a simple sadness. When we sat down quietly, held a pen, and looked at each other in the vertical and horizontal position, looking for the roundness of Chinese characters between oblivion and memory, we issued a sigh of “this word often says that we couldn’t write it out”. At the moment, we are on the bustling shore