富庶美丽的‘八百里秦川’又养育了一个挥舞三寸笔杆,为古老文明图画倾心描绘的作家——郑彦英。他爷爷、奶奶、爸爸、妈妈及村里的阿叔、阿婶们便是他(口衣)呀学语的天然教师。还不足小条帚把高,他便赤着脚奔跑、嬉闹在绿茵茵的田野、黄澄澄的打谷场上。每当群星闪耀、秋高气爽时,他总爱踮着小脚尖在村头眺望那条永远也望不到尽头的大路。多少年后,他便是踏着这条路走出他的那个小天地,告别了家乡的一草一木,带着满身的泥土芳香,跨入了百废待兴的中国八十年代的文坛。 Rich and beautiful ’eight hundred miles Qinchuan’ raised a swaddled three-inch pen, painted for the ancient civilized portrait writer - Zheng Yanying. His grandfather, grandmother, father, mother and village uncle, aunt who is his (mouth) natural language teacher. Not enough strips broom high, he would run barefoot, frolic in the green fields, yellow Cheng threshing floor. Whenever the stars shine, autumn, he always likes to tiptoe in the village overlooking the never ending road. After many years, he is stepping out of this road to step out of his little world, bid farewell to the hometown of trees and grass, with its rich earthy aroma, into the hundreds of unfulfilled Chinese literary world of the eighties.