没有毛泽东独立寒秋忆中流击水的满怀豪情,没有徐志摩再别康桥撑一枝长篙的浪漫想象,也没有戴望舒徘徊雨巷独自怅然的万千愁绪。他一个人在湘西河畔思索着自然与人生,流动的旋律、优美的意境和弥漫的情愫伴着他的文字感染了我,他就是边城上的守望者——沈从文。 There is no Mao Zedong’s independence and full of pride and enthusiasm in the cold autumn memories, there is no romantic imagination of Xu Zhimo and Kang Changqiao, and there is no desperation for Dai Wang. He thought of nature and life on the banks of the west of Xiangxi River. Flowing melody, graceful mood and diffuse sentiments accompany me with his words. He is the watcher on the edge of the city—Shen Congwen.