作家老刘去市里一家豪华宾馆参加一个文学创作座谈会,由于堵车的缘故,迟到了一个小时,到的时候,座谈会已经开了好一会。一个作者正在发言。老刘进去后,里面有熟悉他的人,用眼神和手势向他招呼,老刘用点头微笑示意回敬。座谈会规模不大,只有20多个人,围在一张大型的圆桌上,每个人的面前都放着一张牌子,上面标有名字。老刘的目光从左到右,从右到左,搜来搜去,就是不见自己的牌子。但也有几个放着牌子没有人的,他只好坐在其中一个放着叫张三的牌子那里。 Writer Lao Liu went to a luxury hotel in the city to attend a literary creation symposium. Due to the traffic jam, he was late for an hour. By the time the symposium had been held for a long time. One author is speaking. Liu went inside, there are people who are familiar with him, with his eyes and gestures to say hello, Lao Liu nodded with a smile and retaliation. The symposium was modest in size, with just over 20 people on a large round table, with a sign in front of everyone with a name on it. Liu’s eyes from left to right, from right to left, search to search, is not seen their own brand. But there were also a few who left no sign, and he had to sit in one of the signboards called Zhang San.