一张潮乘高铁从鸟城到萍水,受到东道主的礼遇,美食与美景招待,这全托同行的大人物们的福。他也曾背着帆布双肩包独自四处游荡,找廉价的路边摊填饱肚子,边狼吞虎咽边迎着陌生人敌意的目光,惶惶若丧家之犬,那就是另一番光景了。这几年,他待在鸟城一间出租房里画地为牢埋头写作,终日与回忆与想象相伴,一心想成为小说家,日子单调而充实,很少出远门。翔哥说偶尔 A tide by high-speed rail from Bird City to Ping Shui, courtesy by the host, food and beauty hospitality, which entrusted fellow big blessing colleagues. He was also carrying a canvas shoulder bag alone wandering around, looking for cheap street vendors fill their stomachs, gorgeously facing the eyes of strangers hostile, panic if the funeral dog, it is a different scene. In recent years, he stayed in a rented rented room in Bird City and drew his head for writing. He was accompanied by memories and imagination all day long and bent on becoming a novelist. His days were monotonous and fulfilling, with few travels. Cheung brother said occasionally