故事有了开始,有了过程,却没有结局。文字有了感情,有了灵性,却写不下去。介于有于无之间,这是一种怎样的情绪?脸上微笑,内心是否正在下雨?如果哭泣,内心是否在嘲笑这懦弱无知?大片的残阳,染着窗外苍白的墙壁,火一样慢慢燃成绯红。多希望那面墙上会有一片投影,嵌入红色的背景。唱一曲灵动的音乐,来挽住这个夏季,时间却走到一半,不停。拿起笔,用文字描绘窗外的风景,未入高潮,便已弃笔。原 The story has begun, with the process, but no ending. Text with feelings, with spirituality, but can not write down. Between what is there and what is this kind of emotion? Smile on the face, Is the heart raining? If it is crying, is the heart laughing at the cowardly ignorance? The great sun, the pale wall outside the window, the fire is the same Slowly burned into crimson. Hopefully there will be a projection of that wall, embedded in a red background. Sing a song of smart music, to keep this summer, time has come halfway, stop. Pick up the pen, with text depicting the scenery outside the window, did not climax, they have abandoned pen. original