2006年,我在峨眉山写书,住在洪椿坪干佛禅院。傍晚,坪外,一瓶啤酒一碗炖土鸡便兴尽而归。回到客房推门一看,一位朴素的僧人端坐如钟,正和另外一位青年作家闲聊。当时我和僧人相隔大概五米,僧人一眼看来,很有抽身远离的感觉,但他座椅的后面就是墙,退无可退。 In 2006, I wrote a book in Emei Shan, living in Hong Chunping Buddhist Temple. In the evening, outside Ping, a bottle of beer stewed chicken will go home. Back to the room to open the door to see a simple monk sitting like a bell, chatting with another young writer. At that time, I was about five meters apart from the monks. At a glance, the monks were feeling very much away from home. However, the back of his seat was a wall and there was no retreat.