就像地下泉眼要寻找大地的出口,就像地心的岩浆要释放自己的热情,我——一个懒于动笔的“老书虫”竟有了写作的愿望。这种愿望在心底如此执拗不肯安分。头顶上有一个声音在冥冥中召唤:拿起你的笔吧,写下你的所思所想,写下你的感动与惆怅,快乐与悲伤,幸福与无奈。当我怯怯地拿起笔的时候,不断追问自己:你行 Just as the underground springs look for the exit of the earth, just as the magma of the earth’s core will release its enthusiasm, I - a lazy pen-and-scribbled old bookworm wishes to write. Such a wish in my heart so stubborn refused to settle. A voice on the head summons somewhere: Pick up your pen, write down what you think, write down your touching and melancholy, happiness and sorrow, happiness and helplessness. When I timidly picked up the pen, keep asking myself: you go