我的心宛如高耸的塔檐上,悬挂的一串美丽灵巧的风铃,耐心等候蕙风初起,轻叩心扉。随柔风缓缓摇动,“叮咚叮咚”作响,在这静谧温暖的春日,悠扬一曲委婉美妙的和声。灵感如风。等待灵感,如祈盼风起。可是在这平凡如斯,天高云淡的日子,那性情飘忽、形踪难定的轻风会扬起,来轻轻拨动我静止的心之铃吗? 大凡构思华章,组合文字的人都靠勤奋与灵感过日子。一位年老的作家曾经叹息道:“等 My heart is like a towering tower eaves, hanging a beautiful dexterity wind chimes, patiently waiting for the beginning of the wind, tapping the heart. With the gentle breeze slowly shaking, ”Buzz ding dong “ sound, in this quiet warm spring, melodious a euphemism wonderful harmony. Inspired by the wind Waiting for inspiration, such as pray for the wind. However, in this ordinary, high days clear sky, that erratic, uncertain track of the breeze will rise, gently dial the heart of my still ring it? Live by hard work and inspiration. An old writer once sighs: ”And so on