李浩这个人厚道、实在。1971年出生的他,没有我们通常印象中“70后”作家的另类、夸张,面相忠厚,表情朴素,扔在人群里,跟任何一个普通的40岁男人没什么区别。生活中的他,是我的同事,是我文学路上的良师益友。更是一起出门采风,每每走在队尾殿后清点人数的那个人,次次上下车时站在门口帮大家拎包递行李的那个人。甚至某次布置座谈 Li Hao kind person, in fact. He was born in 1971 without the usual alternative, exaggerated, generous-looking, plain-looking expression that we usually impress upon the “70s” writers. It is no different from any ordinary 40-year-old man. He in life, is my colleague, is my mentor mentor on the way of literature. It is to go out with the wind, often walking in the rear of the queue after counting the number of people, the second time on the train to stand at the door to help you baggage baggage that person. Or even arrange a discussion