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一间房子之于一个写作的女人究竟有多么重要,我不知道。因为我几乎从未真正拥有过一间自己的房子。很多年来,和父母合住一套很小的居室。我的写作便是在这种繁乱而温暖的环境中完成的。面对着不同角落发出的说话声、脚步声、客人的来访、女儿的钢琴,身旁时而晃来晃去的家人的身影,而我写作,在这种通常以为不可能的环境中。没有自己的房间。更不要说书房。只有一张书桌。甚至书桌也是家人共用的。每当女儿放学回来,我便只能把书桌让给她。
How important a house is for a woman writing, I do not know. Because I’ve never really owned an own house before. For many years, a small living room has been shared with parents. My writing is done in this chaotic and warm environment. Faced with voices, footsteps, guest visits, daughters’ pianos, dangling family members beside me in different corners, and I am writing in an environment that is often thought impossible. No own room. Not to mention study. Only one desk. Even the desk is also shared by families. Whenever my daughter comes back from school, I can only give her a desk.