她这一生,都在流浪,都在拾荒。她是我最爱的作家陈平,她还有一个如同她钟爱一生的撒哈拉沙漠的金沙般简单却耀眼的名字——三毛。小时候的她,不像其他女孩儿一样,对精致小巧的布娃娃和漂亮的洋裙情有独钟。谁也想不到,在她小小的内心世界里,却有着一个不为人知的拾荒梦:“我有一天长大了,希望做一个拾破烂的人,因为这种职业, Her life, are stray, are scavengers. She is my favorite writer, Chen Ping, and she has a simple yet dazzling name of the sandshades of her favorite life, San Mao. A child, she, unlike other girls, like the exquisite compact doll and beautiful skirts have a soft spot. No one can think of it, in her little inner world, but there is an unknown catastrophe: ”I grew up one day, hoping to be a pick-tat people, because of this occupation,