就算你是天才,也要把自己当成一盘弱菜。这样,即便来不了风清扬,至少还会有南海鳄神。大概5岁的时候,我爸给我讲了张良与黄石公的故事。我听了心潮澎湃,觉得这世界上每个犄角旮旯里,都可能有神一样的人存在。那天晚上,我买了一个烧饼,边吃边在外面玩。当我跑过一个屋角时,从屋内钻出一位衣衫褴褛蓬头垢面的老头。他深邃的眼神儿盯了我一会儿,咧嘴笑了:“小孩儿,来,把你的烧饼给我咬一口。” Even if you are a genius, consider yourself as a weak dish. In this way, even if the wind Chhnang can not come, at least there will be the Southern Crocodile God. About 5 years old, my dad told me the story of Zhang Liang and Huang Shih-kong. I heard the ups and downs, feel that in every corner of the world where there may be God-like people exist. That night, I bought a shabu-shabu and went outside to eat while I was eating. When I ran through a corner, I got a ragged, unkempt old man out of the house. He stared deep in my eyes for a moment, grinning: “Child, come and bite your biscuits.”