夏季的一天,黄传会站在黑龙江五大连池老黑山火山口上,遥想三百年前这座火山爆发时的情景。突然,手机铃声响了,北京的一位朋友告诉他,第六届鲁迅文学奖揭晓,他的报告文学《中国新生代农民工》名列榜中。他不由得一喜,如果再年轻一些,他可能会对着火山口大喊:“我中奖了!”然而,当他转身朝山脚眺望:火山爆发流溢的岩浆,凝结成了一片炭黑色的翻花熔岩,千姿百态,壮如波涛……倏忽间,他感到时间凝固了,空间凝固了,整个世界凝固了。人在大自然面前 One day in summer, Huang Chuanhui stands on the crater of Old Wudalianchi in Wudalianchi, Heilongjiang, reminding us of the scene when the volcano erupted three hundred years ago. Suddenly, the phone ring rang, a friend in Beijing told him that the sixth Lu Xun Literature Award was announced, his reportage “China’s new generation of migrant workers” in the list. He could not help but be happy, and if younger, he might yell at the crater: “I won! ” However, as he turned to face the foot of the mountain: volcanic eruption of magma, condensed into a carbon black Flower lava, mix, Zhuangruo waves ... ... Suddenly, he felt time solidified, the space solidified, the whole world solidified. People in front of nature