“走,我们去坐船。”我抬起头,在逼仄的茶楼里,旁边是孙甘露。刚才我还对着他夸夸其谈,鹦鹉学舌般卖弄我对一部小说的看法。他旁边是黄子平,不知怎么,我总是无端觉得他有点像《哆啦A梦》里的大雄,这么一想,顿时觉得亲切好多。黄先生的夫人张玫珊,亲和得简直不像话。在那一边,有叶兆言、刘恒、何立伟、吴亮、徐星,之前,是韩少功和格非在谈天说地。哪怕没有文学史常识的人都知道,他们,就是八十年代文学的历史本身。 “Go, we go to the boat. ” I looked up, in the cramped teahouse, next to the Sun nectar. Just now I was still boasting about him, parroting to show off my opinion of a novel. Next to him is Huang Ziping, I do not know how, I always feel that he is a little bit like “Doraemon” in Nobita, such a thought, suddenly felt a lot of kindness. Mr. Zhang’s wife, Zhang Meishan, is almost outrageous. On that side, there were Ye Zhaoyan, Liu Heng, He Liwei, Wu Liang and Xu Xing, before Han Shaogong and Gefei talked about. Even people without common sense in literary history know that they are the history of literature in the 1980s.