我有一个蓝塑料皮的厚本本,记着一段段毛坯式的短文,多则二三百字,少则几十字。这是我亲身遇到或感受到有意思的事儿便随手写下来,我称之细节素描,幻想着有朝一日这些细节的描述能塞到我的长篇巨著中,我信奉情节可以编造细节却要真实的说法。看来有些过高地估计了自己。并不是像有些人酒后长叹:说你行就是行,不行也行;说你不行,行也不行。文学大餐我有一个不好的习惯,无论写啥不写年份只写月、日,时间长了,只记得大概。大约 I have a blue plastic skin thick notebook, remember a segment of rough essay, as many as two hundred or three hundred words, ranging from a few words. This is what I personally encounter or feel interesting things will be handy to write down, I call the details of the sketch, imagine some day the details of the description can be stuffed into my long masterpiece, I believe the plot can be made of the details but to be true statement. It seems a bit overvalued myself. Not as some people drink and sigh: that you line is OK, can not do that; you can not do, nor does it work. Literature feast I have a bad habit, no matter what time to write write only write the month, day, a long time, just remember about. about