去年,正是春雨潇潇木棉盛开时节,你跟郭洪义一头钻进深圳南岭村体验生活去了。你告诉我那里有个奇人,是位村官名叫张伟基,太值得写了。你告诉我正在密锣紧鼓地采访,六分跑,三分想,一分写,正在跑哪。三个月后的深夜,你来电话,语气好兴奋,好像买中了一只牛股:“南岭有料啊,是只聚宝盆,你快来,明天就来!”我懂了,你老兄感情燃烧了,你要让我分享你的创作的激动与喜悦,我分明看到了你闪亮眼珠的转动。你说70年代末,张伟基开着手扶拖拉机来到界河边的国防公路上,向着黑压压的逃港的人群扯开嗓 Last year, it was the spring rainy kapok season, you and Guo Hongyi got into Shenzhen Nanling Village to experience life. You tell me there is a curious man named Zhang Weiji, a village official, so worth writing. You told me that I was busy with an interview, six running, one third think, one minute write, what is running. Three months later in the night, you call, the tone is very excited, it seems to buy a cow stock: “Nanling has material ah, only cornucopia, you come, tomorrow!” I understand, your buddies Burning, you want me to share the excitement and joy of your creation, I clearly see your shiny eyes turn. You said that at the end of the seventies, Zhang Weiji came out with a tractor to the national defense highway along the border river and pulled out his voice toward the unruly crowd