第一次见曾哲是在一个会上,有四五年了,那时我刚返回文坛,或者也从未踏上文坛。我记得这家伙脸黑,宽,一头银发,不说话,很有质感,但眼是朦胧的,给我的感觉离人很远,好像在旷野或某个高地上注视着会场。那个会他自始至终也没说一句话,我很想听他讲点什么。我刚参加北京作协活动,人很生,很多人不认识。现在我已忘记那是个什么会,参加的人有谁,但我记住了曾哲。我记 The first time I saw Zeng Zhe was in a meeting, four or five years ago, when I just returned to the literary world, or I have never set foot in the literary world. I remember this guy face black, wide, silver hair, do not speak, very texture, but the eyes are hazy, I feel very far away from people, as if watching the venue in the wilderness or a high ground. That will not say anything from beginning to end, I would love to hear him say something. I just participated in the Beijing Writers Association activities, people are born, many people do not know. Now I have forgotten what it is, who is there, but I remember Zeng. I remember