一个资深文艺青年,类似当年的安妮宝贝,就得学会在咖啡厅,构思下一部作品的人物性格;就得在深夜的时候,听着民谣《南山南》,幻想大雪纷飞的晚上;就得拿着单反相机,去郊外飞过鸟儿的稻田里享受自然;就得去陌生的城市,拥有一张自己的黑白照片……而这些与我无关,相关的只有一种文艺情感。在这种情感的熏陶下,一座小城、一封书信、一个低分贝的人,都成了自己前行火车上的乘客。 A senior literary youth, similar to that year’s Baby Annie, you have to learn in the cafe, conceived the character of the next works; have to late at night, listening to the folk “Nanshannan”, fantasy snow falling night; Take a SLR camera, go to the suburbs to fly through the birds in the rice fields to enjoy nature; you have to go to a strange city, has its own black and white photos ... And these have nothing to do with me, related only to a literary feeling. Affected by this emotion, a small town, a letter, a low-decibel people, have become their own passengers on the train.