近一年多来,我有一种切切实实的体验：`不教’之后,而每每激情难抑. 激情难抑之时,我又每每埋怨语言这东西,何以如此贫乏,竟至寻不出如实描绘心中情感的词句,而愧对日记呢? 遗憾之余,我就琢磨这`激情’一词,其涵盖究竟是什么?是久旱后的期盼终于盼来了喜雨,而心花怒放呢,还是苦苦 In the past year or so, I have had a sensible experience: after I did not teach, I was always on the verge of passion, and when I was passionate, I often complained about what language was so poor, Depicting the emotional words in the heart, and shame on the diary it? Regret than that, I pondered the word “passion”, which covers what is it? Is a long drought after finally looking forward to the joy of rain, and elated, or Hard