淡和的阳光由窗里照入来,落在我的笔记本上。我心里有一种奇异的舒展。即使纸上不写什么,但是阳光洁净着,这于我的心,也多着一份清净与自足。写作使我深邃,丰富,安详,我以写作之舟渡过险恶的江河。埋头写作会使我生出巨大的翼来,并且沉稳地飞越时空。实际上,那些真正的荣誉,从来不是授于群处中的某一个善结人缘者。真正的荣誉,从来都是授于人间的那些遭诽谤者与被质疑者。真正的荣誉,从来都是授于人间的的那些终其一生都不得不孤独者。真正的大业必是大孤 Light sunshine shines through the window and falls on my notebook. There is a strange stretch of my heart. Even if the paper does not write anything, but the sun clean, which in my heart, but also more than a clean and self-sufficient. Writing makes me deep, rich, serene, I wrote the boat through the sinister rivers. Writing hard can make me give birth to huge wings and calmly fly through time and space. In fact, those real honors have never been given to one of the good people in the cluster. The true honor has always been to the worldly detractors and those questioned. True honor has always been granted to those who have been alone for the rest of their lives. The real cause must be lonely