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之所民虔诚写作,是因为心中有太多解不开的迷惑。小孩子的时候,我常常看着夜空发呆,不知道那毛绒的星星抚在手里是什么感觉。十二三岁的时候,我常常坐在一个玻璃瓶子前,细细看自己提回来的小鱼,一层玻璃隔断着两个不可混淆的世界。十八九岁的时侯,我常常窥视同桌的女孩,猜想隔在衣裳另一面的会是一道怎样神秘的风景。二十四五岁的时候。开始冥想命运为何会因一次偶然的武断而改变……有了迷惑,便有了思考,有了思考,便命中注定地拿起了笔。之成了我思想的触须,然而那遥不可及的距离依然让我痴迷于
The people devout writing, because there are too many puzzles in mind. When children, I often look at the sky in a daze, do not know that plush stars feel in their hands what it is. At the age of 12, I used to sit in front of a glass jar and look down on the small fish I brought back, with two layers of glass that can not be confused with each other. At the age of 18, I often peep at the same table girl, guess what will be mysterious scenery along the other side of the clothes. Twenty-four years old when. Why meditation began to change by accidental arbitrariness ... With confusion, there was thinking, and after thinking, I was destined to pick up the pen. It became the whisker of my thoughts, yet the distant distance still obsessed me