6月6日晴我喜欢在白纸黑字里漂泊,放飞一次次浪漫的梦想;我喜欢躺在被风吹起的书页上做梦,让轻盈的翅膀载着我在文学的国度畅游,与纯净的灵魂交谈;我喜欢静坐在自己的影子里读风读雨读云,读每一个被文字渲染的日子。不知从何时起,我喜欢在纸上留下痕迹,于是我不停地记下自己的 On June 6th, I like to drift in black and white and fly my romantic dreams. I like to lie on a windblown page and dream, let light wings carry me in the country of literature, and talk to the pure soul. I like to sit quietly in my own shadow, read the rain, read the clouds, and read every day that the text is rendered. I don’t know when I’ve liked to leave a trace on paper, so I kept writing down my own