写作是一种孤独的心灵探索,当我们在电脑前绞尽脑汁,想用最准确的语言去捕捉人类最复杂的情感,再现世事最细微的变幻时,一种艰难的跋涉感相伴始终。当思维黏滞之时,打开微信或QQ,拉动屏幕,开始一连串无差别的点赞或跟一帮文友进行文艺腔的瞎扯淡后,依旧不能减轻心中沉郁的苦闷感,关上手机,长叹一声,依旧在电脑面前继续这种孤独的蹉跎。我想, Writing is a lonely exploration of the soul, a difficult trek to accompany as we rack our brains in front of the computer, trying to capture the most complex emotions of human beings in the most accurate language, reproducing the most subtle changes in the world. When thinking sticky, open the WeChat or QQ, pull the screen, start a series of indiscriminate praise or talk with a bunch of literary friends after the nonsense, still can not alleviate the depressed feeling in my heart, turn off the phone, sigh loudly , Still in front of the computer to continue this lonely grudge. I think,