曾经听我父母说,五十年代提倡移民的时候,我们一家京西人差点儿成了甘肃人。如果走了那条路,我们家离黄河就近了,离永定河就远了;离敦煌莫高窟近了,离天安门就远了;离百花山远了,离六盘山就近了;离北京猿人遗址远了,离相传的人文始祖伏羲、女娲的诞生地天水就近了。进一步说,那样的话,离那家比我年龄还大的《飞天》杂志就近了。但后来我们家没走那条移民的路,因此,甘肃对我就永远是个遥远的地方了。 I once heard my parents say that in the 1950s when immigrants were advocated, one of us in Beijing was almost Gansu. If you go that way, our family is away from the Yellow River, away from the Yongding River; away from Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes, away from the Tiananmen Square; away from the Baihua Shan far away from Liupanshan; away from Beijing ape-man Ruins far away from the ancestor of legendary humanities Fu Xi, Nu Wa the birthplace of Tianshui. Further, in that case, “Fly Sky” is the nearest magazine to my age. But then our family did not go that immigration road, therefore, Gansu will always be a distant place for me.