纸上谈纸每天和文字打交道,却“目不见纸”。终日埋在手稿堆里,如痴如狂,浅吟低唱,或兴味索然,随手弃之,我追逐的只是文字所构筑的场景、人物、意象,及字里行间所透出的氛围和境界。可今天铺开稿纸,即将写下这篇有关纸的文字的时候,整个意念却都浮在纸上。是啊,童年时用手里攥热的几个小钱去买作业本时,想 Talking paper on paper every day and dealing with the text, but “can not see the paper ”. All day buried in the manuscript pile, crazy crazy, shallow singing, or natural flavor, readily abandoned, I just chase the text to build scenes, characters, images, and the atmosphere between the lines and the realm revealed. Today can be drafted manuscript, about to write down the paper when the text, the whole idea but are floating on the paper. Yes, when I was in my childhood, I was trying my best to buy my homework while I was having some hot money in my hand