只因那年我发表了小说,竟然有人对号入座,只因那年我不懂社交的艺术,改不掉耿直的秉性,许多美好的梦想才被撞成了泡沫…… 已是晚秋,满目飘飞的落叶,我听到小溪流动的声音,在厚厚的落叶上寻不到小溪的踪迹,待落叶渐渐稀薄,小溪才露出纤弱的姿容。我想,往前流淌,是她的愿望。可是受着山石的阻拦,无力跨越,几个回合,溅出细碎的泪珠,只能沿山石和山石狼牙交错的空隙,走弯曲的路。 Just because I published a novel that year, there was even someone who was on the block because just because I did not understand social art that year, I could not get rid of uprightness and many beautiful dreams were hit into a bubble. Of the leaves, I heard the sound of stream flow, in the thick leaves can not find traces of the stream until the leaves gradually thinning, the stream was exposed delicate posture. I think, flowing forward, is her wish. However, by the rocks blocked, unable to cross, a few rounds, splashing broken teardrops, only along the rocks and rocks intertwined crevice, take the curvy road.