“从不把人生勾勒成一个圆,我惧怕无聊的旅途,没有起点没有终点;从不把人生拉直成一条线,我厌恶草率的誓言,没有坎坷没有欢颜;从不把人生细描成一个点,我不希冀被桎梏在巴掌大的院落里,没有阳光,没有春天。”放下手中的这首小诗,突然想流泪。我发现,其实我一直生活在自己勾画的 “Never draw life into a circle. I fear a boring journey. I have no beginning or end. I never straighten my life into a line. I hate sloppy oaths. I have no frustrations and no smiles. I never describe life as one. I do not wish to be detained in the yard of the palm of my hand. There is no sunshine, no spring.” Putting off this little poem in his hand, he suddenly wanted to cry. I found out that I’ve always lived on my own sketches