说不清是文学选择了我，还是我选择了文学。只记得自幼在红土高原的大山中长大，迷茫的眼睛总看不到山外的世界，于是一次次赶着羊群爬上高高的山冈。然而，看到的仍是连绵起伏的大山。面对着山里人日复一日年复一年耕耘着的那几块贫瘠的土地，面对着劳作一年的家人收回的只是 It is not clear whether literature chose me or whether I chose literature. I only remember growing up in the mountains on the Red Earth Plateau since my childhood. My confused eyes could not see the world outside the mountains. I chased her sheep to the high hills again and again. However, you still see the rolling mountains. Faced with the few barren lands that the mountain people are cultivating day after day and year after year, families faced with a year’s work only recovered