时间在流逝,可我的思想却跟不上节奏。有时心烦,想写点什么,但又觉得不能成文;想写诗,却又非诗人之才。整天就这样地发呆,心里想些胡乱的事,真是无法控制。夜深了,还失眠,眼前浮现的全是小学同学的面庞。有的张大嘴笑得前俯后仰,有的哭得泣不成声,也有的让人哭笑不得,但没有深沉和忧郁、诡计的笑 Time is passing, but my thoughts cannot keep up with the rhythm. Sometimes I feel annoyed and want to write something, but I feel I can’t write; I want to write poetry, but it is not a poet’s talent. It was such a daze in the day and I thought that I couldn’t control the random things in my heart. Late at night, still insomnia, all the faces of elementary school students are present. Some Zhang laughed and leaned forward, some cried and wept, and some did not laugh or laugh, but there was no deep and melancholic laughter.