总要有些惊喜在一个年份的开头或什么别的东西的开始于是新一年我们开垦了属于小作家们自己的一块地可得有人种啊还得是会种的能种好的人来种啊于是一个十八岁的男孩儿来啦扛着他的笔他给了我们一个惊喜在这冬天的地头一朵什么花在开啊美丽凄艳忧郁每位耕者都有不一样的作物这样的小作家作品小辑在文字的春天收获所有花或谷粒倾其所有给你喜欢独坐一隅喜欢眺望苍穹喜欢凝神不语喜欢直视自我一直多梦一直归隐一直阅读一直思考一直写点什么敞亮自己没有个性没有被教育冲成鹅卵石一样我要证明有足够的才华并且才华横竖都溢背起稿纸赶着文字的黑蚂蚁继续行走那些人那些事那些字给自己取暖也许睡着和醒着都是孤独的惟有爱是活下去的理由童话依然不是现实梦醒了还是我除了思想逼迫 There must always be some surprises. At the beginning of a year or something else, the beginning of a new year, we started a field where the young writers themselves can have a human species, and they must be able to plant a kind of good people. So an 18-year-old boy came and looked at him with a pen. He gave us a surprise. In this winter’s land, what flower is blooming, beautiful, beautiful, and melancholy, and every cultivator has a different crop. The writer’s work series is harvested in the spring of the text. All the flowers or grains are dumped for all. You like to sit alone. Like to look at the sky. Like to condense and not to speak. Like to look straight at the self. Always dreaming. Personality is not being educated as a cobblestone. I want to prove that there is enough talent and talent is overflowing from the black paper. The black ants are still ridiculing the paper. The ants continue to walk those people. Those words to warm themselves may be lonely and awake. Only love is a reason to live. Fairy is still not a reality. Wake up.