96年春末一个傍晚,我应邀去张抗抗家做客。那时候,她还住在复兴门外某学院的宿舍区。房间不是很大,不必担心抬头碰壁,可要小心抬头碰书。该摆书的地方,书柜书架书桌,都是书。其他地方,茶几、床头、电脑边、沙发旁,甚至过道,也是书。夫妇两位都是作家,整天忙乎的是和书有关的勾当,书多是必须的。我心里有点犯嘀咕的,是阳台上有个铁丝编织的篮子,应该是装鸡蛋用的,里面什么也没有,空空荡荡的,却悬挂在挂钩上,像是吊起一个谜语。 One evening in the spring of 1996, I was invited to go to Zhang to fight against the family. At that time, she also lived in a college dormitory area outside Fuxingmen. The room is not large, do not have to worry about looking up against the wall, but be careful to read books. The place to put books, bookshelf shelves desks, are books. Elsewhere, coffee tables, bedsides, computer sides, sofas and even aisles are also books. Both the couple are writers, all day busy with book-related activities, the book is more than necessary. My heart a little whispered, there is a wire basket on the balcony, it should be used for eggs, there is nothing, empty, but hanging on the hook, like lifting a riddle.