牧羊人,这是个听上去有点令人向往的“职业”——且称它为职业吧——我原本也打算将这篇《牧羊人》写得诗意一点,充满乡土气息,让那文中的人都在世外桃源中安度一生。可是我写着写着,发现文中走出来的人一个比一个熟悉,他们不是文中的牧羊人,而是生活中我见到的牧羊人——我的亲人,或者同村的长辈。他们的一生(现在他们之中有人早就过完了一生),都从我的回忆里跑出来,走进文字里。小说里写到的红花,那个聪明可爱的小姑娘,她其实已不在这个人 Shepherd, this sounds a bit desirable “occupation” - and call it occupation - I had intended to write this “shepherd” poetic, full of flavor, so that article Of people are in peace in the world. But I read and wrote that I found one familiar person who came out of the text, not a shepherd in the text, but a shepherd I saw in life - my dear, or elder in the same village. Their life (now some of them have long passed their lifetime), ran out of my memory, into the text. The safflower, the clever little girl she wrote in the novel, is in fact no longer this person