生命在于运动,进步在于活动。《文学自由谈》三十载,自己二十八年不曾挪窝。这既可看出任某一棵树上吊死的忠贞,亦可窥见我别无他枝可栖的低能。二十八度春夏秋冬,说长不长,说短不短,回想往事种种,令人百感交集,一时竟无言以叙。翻检出一些说过的话,辑成一堆闲言碎语。虽不成体统,倘若博人会意一笑,知晓并原谅我唯恐文坛寂寞的心性,廿八岁月实未虚度矣。 Life is movement, progress is activity. “Literary freedom talk” for thirty years, never moved his nest for twenty-eight years. This can be seen either as a tree hanging hanged faithful, but also glimpse I have no other habitat of low energy. Twenty-eight degrees of spring, summer, autumn and winter, said not long, that is not short, recalling the past, all kinds of mixed feelings, sometimes unexpected speechless Syria. Check out some of the words, compiled into a pile of gossip. Although not integrated, if Bo will smile, know and forgive my fear of literary loneliness, twenty-eight years of age is not really carry on.