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周德东是一个很平常的名字,但是,细一琢磨,就会联想起那三个伟大的老人来。他有一支犀利而又飘逸的笔。初读他文章的人,大都以为他是一个三四十岁的专职文人,其实这种猜测太错了。告诉你,他今年才26岁,一张清俊的脸很容易使你想到站在乐台上的首席伴奏手。并且他不是一个纯粹的文人,他是一个背着吉他走天涯的浪子。所以,你很可能见过他,他就是在你急匆匆去上班的路上或者吃过晚饭走出屋散步的时候从你身边走过的那个外乡人。他在肇州小城的小厂里做过秘书,在巨龙小村的小店里当过售货员。他在首都北京当了半年编辑后,又在黑龙江
Zhou De Dong is a very common name, however, pondering over, will think of those three great old man. He has a sharp and elegant pen. Most of the people who read his essay mostly thought he was a full-time literary man in his thirties or forties. In fact, this speculation is too wrong. To tell you that he is 26 years old this year, a Qing Jun’s face is easy to make you think of the main accompaniment of musicians standing on the stage. And he is not a pure literati, he is a prodigal son carrying guitar to the horizon. So, you probably saw him, he was the stranger who walked by your side when you hurried to work or walked out of the house for dinner. He worked as a secretary in a small factory in Zhaozhou and worked as a salesman in a dragon village shop. He was a half-year editor in the capital Beijing and again in Heilongjiang