我始终固执地认为,靠近、倾听一个作家,除了阅读他的作品,冥冥之中还有诸多的阅读机缘,这些机缘并非完全巧合,正是这些机缘的存在,才使得阅读者充满阅读的乐趣与回忆。但要小心的是,必须要做一个手捧细沙的阅读者,否则那些机缘,犹如细沙一样在手指间悄然滑落,就会稍纵即逝。我在倾听、阅读萨尔曼·拉什迪的作品前后,便有着诸多意想不到的关联,如今想来,依然感怀不已。多年前在宁夏采风。在银川异常疏朗的秋季夜 I have always stubbornly held that it is not entirely coincidental that there is a lot of reading opportunities to read and approve of a writer besides reading his works. It is these chances that make readers full of reading pleasure With memories. But beware, you have to be a reader who holds a handful of sand, otherwise those chances, just like the fine sand slipped quietly between your fingers, will be fleeting. Before I listened and read the works of Salman Rushdie, I had so many unanticipated associations that I still cherish the memories of the moment. Years ago in Ningxia collect the wind. In Yinchuan unusual lush autumn night