对于我来说,文字是一个魔障。从遇见它的第一天起,它就像一颗跃跃欲试的种子,在我心底最隐秘的某些角落反复膨胀、收缩。有时候我以为它已经离开了,而转了一圈回来,它仍然清晰地在那里,非但没有消失,反而以一种更加强悍的方式存在着。第一次遇见它,是在一个微雨的春日清晨。情窦初开的小少年,穿了薄薄的天蓝色衬衫,削瘦的骨 For me, the text is a magic barrier. From the very first day I met it, it was like a seed of eagerness that repeatedly expanded and contracted in some of the most hidden corners of my heart. Sometimes I thought it had left, and after a while back, it was still clearly there, not only did it disappear, but in a more powerful way. The first time I met it, it was on a light rainy spring morning. Elation young boy, wearing a thin sky blue shirt, thin bone