那年中考,我正报考的那所师范学校门口的书店买了一本《唐诗三百首》,那时我的文学梦才算是从深厚的土壤中抽出一丝嫩芽。从小生活在一个闭塞的小镇,童年的记忆里除了山林、溪水及淘气、嬉戏外,对外面的世界没有丝毫的概念。但不知从何时起,我幼小的心灵中竟做起了作家梦,现在想起来都为童年的狂妄无知而感到羞愧,但谁的童年没有过这样虽虚无缥缈却又生动丰盈的梦想呢? That year in the senior high school entrance examination, I was enrolled in the bookstore in front of the normal school bought a “Three Hundred Tang Poems,” then my literary dream is to extract a trace of tender buds from the deep soil. Childhood living in a small town, childhood memories in addition to mountains, streams and naughty, playful, there is no slightest concept of the outside world. However, I do not know since when I started a writer’s dream in my young mind, I now feel ashamed of my childhood ignorance. However, whoever has never had such a vivid and vivid dream in her childhood?