“艺术节想不想排个小品?”后座的李兴高采烈地问我,眼里闪着光。我一愣神,想到中学以来阔别已久的舞台、灯光与话筒,心里的某个地方似乎被这短短的一句话点燃了。说不清从什么时候开始,或许是数年前在北京观看人民艺术剧院的“老戏骨”们演的一场《茶馆》,舞台于我便有了无尽的吸引力。我享受站在舞台上置换成剧本里人物的身份,讲出句句台词的畅快淋漓,更享受 “Arts Festival do not want to row a sketch?” Li Xing back seat eagerly asked me, his eyes flashing light. I am a surprised man, thinking of the long-separated stage, light and microphone since high school, somewhere in my heart seems to have been ignited by this short sentence. I can not tell when the “teahouse” was played in Beijing’s “Art Theater” of People’s Theater of the Arts a few years ago. The stage was endlessly attractive to me. I enjoy standing on the stage replaced by the characters in the script, speak the lines of the fun dripping, more enjoyment