已是青春的季节,面对苍茫无垠的心原,我不知该涂些什么色彩。一种失落,绵延千年;一份颤栗,忧伤得泪流满面. 一支独孤之笔,一直就在使坎坷的生命去忍受和失去太多的将人牵绊的故事.从此,守住沉寂守住思想守住真我,从自然生命进入价值生命!. It is already the season of youth. In the face of the unblemished heart, I do not know what color to paint. A lost, stretched millennium; a trembling, tears of sorrow hurt. A pen of Tokgo, has been to make the bumpy life to endure and lose too many people to tie the story. Since then, hold onto the silence and hold on to the idea Hold true self and enter life from natural life.