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从不肯在一张白净的纸上写字,也许觉得不忍心,也许是有些心虚,太完美的东西总让人不忍破坏。心情总是灰色的,人也是灰色的,文字也是晦涩的。喜欢灰色的天空,一种让人沉迷的氛围。喜欢让心情被这样压抑,像一撮茶叶,慢慢浸透,渐渐舒展,再悄悄弥漫,最后沉入杯底。喜欢这种沉沦的感觉,很踏实。明媚的天空反叫人害怕,因为阳光下一无所有,令人绝望的空虚清晰得让人窒息。喜欢尘埃落定,因为害怕像尘埃一样迷茫地游荡。
I would never feel like I couldn’t bear to write on a clean, white paper. It may be a bit of a guilty conscience. Things that are too perfect will always be unbearable. The mood is always grey, people are gray, and the text is obscure. Like the gray sky, an intoxicating atmosphere. Like to let the mood be so suppressed, like a tea, slowly soaked, gradually stretched, then quietly filled, and finally sink into the bottom of the cup. Like this kind of sinking feeling, it is very practical. The bright sky is anti-frightening, because the sun has nothing left and the desperate emptiness is clearly suffocating. Liked the dust settled because of fear of loitering like dust.