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近来,关于点和线,我思考的较多。这世界难道不就是由点和线组成的吗?对人来说,脚步是点,旅程是线。而我现在正在回望一位朋友的人生旅程,这条旅程之线芬芳着乳香,从露水晶莹的碧野向我伸来……一九七九年冬,奔驰了一夜的列车,缓缓驶入通辽站。那时我在《花的原野》杂志社工作,应邀去哲里木盟文学创作会讲课。走下火车,和接站的朋友们坐上租来的毛驴车,直奔城里而去。因为新建的火车站还未投入使用,所以进城的公路还没有开通。中
Recently, I think more about points and lines. Is not this world composed of points and lines? To people, the pace is the point, the journey is the line. And now I am looking back on the journey of life of a friend. The line of this journey is fragrant with frankincense, coming out to me from the clear blue sky of the dew. In the winter of 1979, Tongliao station. At that time, I was working in “Flowers of the Wilds” magazine and was invited to give lectures on the creation of literature in Zheli League. Walked down the train, and pick up the friends stationed donated donkey cart, went straight to the city away. Because the new railway station has not yet put into use, so the road into the city has not yet opened. in