付秀莹某种意义上,写作,是我隐秘的精神通道。沿着它,我得以从喧嚣的俗世中脱身而出,站在时间之外,重新打量我们身处的这个复杂世界。蒙尘的理想,黯淡的爱情,面目全非的生活,以及逝去的、永不再回的梦。常常,情不自禁地,我试图用文字拂去时间的灰尘,幻想只轻轻一拭,便轻易收获一个完整如初的世界。我试图在内心的旅程中纵马,衣袂飞扬,去往不可知的远方。或许,作家的幸运之处在于,在短暂的人生中,他将同时拥有两个世界,现实的与可能 Fu Xiuying In a sense, writing is my secret spiritual channel. Along it, I was able to get out of the hustle and bastard world, standing outside of time, revisiting the complex world in which we live. Dusty ideal, dark love, life beyond recognition, and the never-ending dreams. Often, I can not help but, I try to use the words to brush the dust of time, the fantasy of gently swipe, it is easy to reap an intact world. I tried to fly in the heart of the journey, Yi Fei fly to unknown distance. Perhaps, the writer’s luck is that in a short life, he will have both the world, the reality and the possibility