如果小说想承载一点什么,哪怕就那么一点点,就注定它不轻松了。好比人这一辈子,但凡想做点小事,都不轻松。养儿抚女的,轻松吗?上班、投资、说亲攀故、看病,都伴随着丝丝缕缕的沉重。因为人。因为人这辈子注定是画不成一个标准的圆的。画着画着,路线就走偏了,不规整了,与那个完美的圆之间永远差距着,缺失着。人总奢望着有一种东西能填补它,古往今来,从而诞生了一篇篇或明或暗,或平仄或仄平的作品。 If the novel wants to carry something, even if it is a little bit so, doomed it is not easy. Like a man’s life, but want to do something small, not easy. Keeping children caress, easy? To work, investment, pro pro-so, see a doctor, are accompanied by fishes plume of heavy. Because of people. Because people are destined to be painted in this life is not a standard round. Painted with the painting, the path is gone, irregular, and the perfect circle forever with the missing, missing. There is always something extravagant for a person to fill it. Throughout the ages, an article with a clear or dark, flat or smooth appearance has been born.