上世纪80年代初的一个上午,濛濛细雨笼罩着洪洞县甘亭镇南李村的一个农家小院。雨天是农家的公休日,村庄沉寂在雨声和鼾声里。在这家的土炕上,却有两个年轻的农民,趴在炕上写写画画,他们在讨论一个小说的故事情节,脸上洋溢着当时无数文学青年那种痴迷和幸福的表情。炕下有个八九岁的小男孩,玩着叠纸片的游戏,他支楞着耳朵把两个大人的话都听到了心里,并且在眼前形成了画面,历历在目如同真实。这个小男孩就是童年的李骏虎,炕上那两位热爱文学的农民,其中一位是他的父亲李保玉。他们没有注意到那个玩纸片的小娃娃在听他们的讨论,更不知道他心里在想什么。 One morning in the early 1980s, misty rain shrouded a small courtyard in Nanli Village, Ganting Town, Hongdong County. Rainy day is a farm holiday, the village is quiet in the rain and snoring. On this Tukang, there are two young peasants who are writing and drawing on the kang. They are discussing the storyline of a novel full of expressions of obsession and happiness at that time among innumerable literary youth. Under the kang, there was a boy of eight or nine who played the game of stacks of paper. He listened to the words of two grown-ups in his ears and formed the picture in front of his eyes. The boy is a childhood Li Chunhu, kang that two literary farmers, one of whom is his father Li Baoyu. They did not notice that the little doll playing the paper was listening to their discussion, not knowing what was in his heart.