在我近三十年的阅读生涯里,我从来没有拍着胸口说自己饱览群书,也没有对某个作家顶礼膜拜过,更别说和某部作品感同身受。我觉得,一个艺术家,特别是作家,应该是自己的信仰狂徒。只有自身的逻辑性、洞察力足够强大,才会浸透在作品里,才会直指人心,或者是直接替代别人的感官。当我盘着腿坐在香港国际机场的地毯上,就近靠着电源插孔看着赵兰振老师的长篇小说《夜长梦多》时,我突然情不自禁拍起了胸口,而且是用空心拳对着自己的胸底 During my nearly thirty-year reading career, I never patted myself on the chest to say that I had read the book, nor did I pay homage to a writer, let alone experience some work. I think that an artist, especially a writer, should be his own believer. Only its own logic, insight enough powerful, will be saturated in the works, will direct people’s mind, or directly replace other people’s senses. When I was sitting cross-legged on the rug of Hong Kong International Airport and was near the power jack looking at Zhao Lanzhen’s novel Long Dreams, I suddenly could not help but patted my chest and confronted my chest with a hollow punch