对于汉字,我一直将其尊为一方神秘的领域。方方正正的字块,不管落在什么地方,都会留下它对时光击撞的久远回声。落在甲骨、青铜和竹简上的,见证了一段历史风云;落在石碑上的,将瞬间铸成了永恒;落在报刊上的,又延伸了人们认知世界的长度。对于一个家境贫寒的农家少年,那落在乡村小学操场一角浮土上的汉字,改变了我一生的命运。苍茫的乡野大地上,一院围墙,几 For Chinese characters, I have always regarded it as a mysterious field on one side. Square blocks, no matter where they fall, leave behind its long-awaited echo of time collisions. Fall on the oracle bone, bronze and bamboo slips, witnessed a period of history; fell on the stone, the moment cast into eternity; fell in the press, but also extends the length of people’s cognitive world. For a poor family farm juvenile, that fell on the corner of the rural primary school playground floating Chinese characters, changed the fate of my life. The vast countryside of the earth, a hospital walls, a few