1981年春天,我应邀参加《长安》杂志搞的一次业余作者座谈会。当时陈忠实也是业余作者,坐在我对面的长条凳上。在众多的业余作者中,他看上去是最年长的,实际上当时他还不到40岁。他沧桑的脸上皱纹纵横交错,一双深邃的眼睛炯炯有神。编辑老师们在谈文学创作的时候,有很多作者提问题,大家交流得十分热烈。陈忠实始终没有说话,腿上放了一个黄书包,一直在不停地做笔记,态度非常认真、虔诚,那神情很像一个 In the spring of 1981, I was invited to attend a forum of amateurs by Changan magazine. At that time, Chen Zhongshi was also an amateur writer sitting on the bench across from me. Among the many amateur authors, he appears to be the eldest, and actually he was under 40 at the time. His vicissitudes of his face wrinkled criss-cross, a pair of deep eyes sparkling. When editors talked about literary creation, many authors raised questions and everyone exchanged very warmly. Chen Zhong did not always speak, put a yellow bag on his lap, has been taking notes, the attitude is very serious, pious, that looks like a