老辈人说,三十不学艺,我由写专栏小品文转而写小说,已经远远超过了不学艺的年龄,对人对事谈不上心如止水但也很难壮怀激烈。在人生这块地里呆久了,免不了像成熟的麦子一样弯腰低头,眼里全是过往岁月里那些细小如尘埃般不起眼的往事,它们经常像风一样轻轻地吹进我的心里,柔软着我,催促着我,并在不经意间生成了一个个叫细节的东西。为了给它们找一个更从容的安放之所,于是我开始写小说,或者更确切地说我用小说这种形式向过往岁 Seniors say that thirty do not learn art, I wrote a novel to write a novel essay, has far exceeded the age of non-art, people do not talk about things like water stop but also hard to be fierce. Staying in this field of life for a long time, inevitably stoop down like a mature wheat, eyes are all small past dusty past like the past, they often like the wind blowing into my heart gently , Soft me, urging me, and inadvertently generated a detail called something. In order to find a more accommodating place for them, I began to write novels or, to be more exact, like novels to the past years