上大学时,我每天下午都到东一教室去写小说。一遍遍地写,一次次地把纸头揉成一团扔掉,好像没有过一挥而就的时候。那些傍晚,当我离开东一教室回寝室的时候,心里的感觉总是今天下午的时间又浪费掉了,结果就觉得不那么开心。 When I was in college, I went to the East Classroom to write novels every afternoon. Write over and over again and again and again and again, throwing the tip of the paper and throwing it away, as if it hadn’t happened before. In those evenings, when I left the East classroom and returned to the dormitory, the feeling in my heart was always wasted this afternoon and the result was not so happy.