1996年初冬,在一位父执的引导下,我颇有些战战兢兢又很是兴奋地走入张炜的家,约稿。东八里洼一处普通楼房,使人印象深刻的,是满室的图书和人。我觉得,张炜那时候的家,很像文学沙龙。那是我第一次见到作家本人。毕业不算很久,文学青年的情怀还萦绕未去,虽说母鸡和鸡蛋的设喻已经足够消解作家的神秘,但是面对 In the early winter of 1996, under the guidance of a father, I was quite cautious and very excited to enter Zhang Wei’s home and make a draft. East Bali in an ordinary building, impressive, full of books and people. I think, Zhang Wei’s family at that time, much like a literary salon. That is the first time I saw the writer himself. Graduation is not a long time, the feelings of literary youth still haunt, although the hen and egg’s metaphor has been enough to dispel the author’s mystery, but in the face