很久没有写作了,如果那也能算是写作的话。我很清楚,文字是一柄双刃剑,没有文字,心情就没有证据,没有证据,回忆便是一片空白。但还是要写,作为一个出口,这是体验和释放的过程。我想,在精神上,我或许有自虐情结,该忘记的,不该忘记的,都在内心深处。当一种情感变成文字,就留下了永久的缺憾。人生不就是由无数的缺憾与非缺憾累积起来的吗?比如,这 Long time no writing, if that can be regarded as writing. I know very clearly that the text is a double-edged sword. Without words, there is no evidence and there is no evidence. Memories are blank. But still have to write, as an exit, this is the process of experience and release. I think, in spirit, I may have self-inflicted complexion, the forgotten, should not forget, are deep down. When an emotion turns into words, it leaves a permanent defect. Is not life created by innumerable shortcomings and non-defects? For example, this