在文学这个领域,我只是个半道出家的学徒。近年来,虽在各种机缘下零星地写过一点记录阅读感受的小文,也有部分蒙师友好意得以见诸报端,但对“批评观”云云,我却委实很难谈出什么足能让自己不心怀惴惴的话来。更确切地说,对于自己过去写下的文字也好,对于一时或至今仍盘踞于脑海中的想法也好,我始终无法将心底怀疑的念头彻底抹去。在这些似乎是隶属于我的言辞里,究竟有多少能至今依旧让我理直气壮地予以陈说?而在那可以言说的极其有限的当中,又究竟能提供多少对他者或多或少有益的价值?我并 In the field of literature, I’m just a half-disciple apprentice. In recent years, I have written little records of reading experience sporadically on various occasions, and some of my friends have the goodwill to come across the newspapers. However, it is hard to say anything about the criticism Enough to make their own words do not mind. More precisely, I could not completely wipe out the suspicion of my heart even for the writing I had written in the past, for the moment or for so long. How many of these words that seem to belong to me can still be confidently said to me today and how much more or less useful to the other can be provided in the very limited language that can be said Value? I and