精神的家园记闽西一位税官张凌西不再回音，那个方位一片沉寂。象那一座座沉寂的大山；象那一片片沉寂的红土地。然，我却并未在这一派沉寂中忘却，恰恰面对沉寂，我提起了久已搁置的笔。我要写下的是这样一个熟悉而又陌生的人，那个在一年前给我寄来一张不寻常的照片的人... Memorize a spiritual home in Western Fujian Zhang Ling West, a tax official no longer echo, that a quiet position. Like a silent mountain, like a piece of quiet red land. However, I have not forgotten in the silence of this school, just facing the silence, I filed a pen has been shelved. I am going to write such a familiar and unfamiliar person who sent me an unusual photo a year ago ...