小说不是小声说话,是小心说话。是的,不小心的话,就平庸如常了。我常常在公交车上被拥挤而又嘈杂的精彩对话惊醒,是波纹,又或者烟花般突然点亮的夜空,总之是瞬间有了写小说的冲动。觉得,我应该立即就下车,坐在公交车站牌那里,撕一张纸,写下一个小说名字,或者将开头的段落也设计好,甚至写下小说的结构以及人物的命运设计。可是这瞬间生出的冲动,并不持久,过了两站,车上的人员稀释或者愈加稠密了,身边的乘客所谈论的内容变化了,我刚才还跳跃的思维也更换了频道。下车以后,小说的设想已经丢失。有一次,我看张楚在小说里老写文学青年的种种不堪,就想笑。每每,在公交车上,大家都在盘算着收 The novel is not a whisper, be careful. Yes, if you are not careful, you are as mediocre. I was often awakened by crowded and noisy conversations in the bus, rippled by ripples, or the night sky where fireworks suddenly lit up. In short, there was an urge to write a novel in an instant. Think, I should get off immediately, sit in the bus stop card, tear a piece of paper, write a novel name, or the beginning of the paragraph is also designed, and even wrote the structure of the novel and the fate of the characters design. However, the urge to give birth to this moment is not lasting. After two stops, the people in the car are diluted or more dense. The contents of the passengers around me have changed. I just replaced the channel with the thought of jumping. After getting off, the idea of ​​the novel has been lost. Once, I see Zhang Chu in writing all kinds of young writers young literature, wanted to laugh. Often, in the bus, everyone is contemplating to close