总是不能让文字完美,完美地贴合最真实的内心。很郁闷的感觉,简直郁闷得要命。我的文字恐怕很难勾起外人的共鸣,不够叛逆,不够抓狂,不够小资,不够老实,不够中庸;走过很少的路,看过不少的书,闻过很多的气味,发过很多的牢骚; You can’t always make the text perfect and fit perfectly in the truest heart. Very depressed feeling, simply depressed. My writing is probably hard to evoke resonance from outsiders. It is not enough to be rebellious, not crazy enough, not petty, not honest enough, not enough of moderation; walking a few roads, reading a lot of books, smelling a lot of smells, making A lot of complaints;