巅峰是攀登者的格尺,沙漠是跋涉人的印泥,岁月是记忆老人的刻刀,坎坷是蓝精灵的恶作剧……认识老唐源于一棵芨芨草。那时老唐还是小唐。年轻、干净、文质彬彬,正在大学读中文。那时我特别脆弱,有一天受了委屈,蹲在大杂院的花栏前抹眼泪。小唐悄悄移至我背后,连声撺掇:“哭呀,使劲儿哭,红花 The pinnacle is the grid of climbers, the desert is the imprint of people, the years are memories of old man’s graver, rough is the Smurfs prank ... ... know the old Tang originated from a shrewd grass. Old Tang was still a small Tang. Young, clean, gentle, reading Chinese in college. At that time I was particularly vulnerable, one day by a grievance, squatting tears in the front of the flower shop in the Grand Courtyard. Xiaotang quietly moved behind me, kept crying: ”cry, hard cry, saffron