从北京回来有一段日子了。这些日子,我几乎每晚在夜深人静时拿起笔想写下这个标题,可每次又在犹豫中把笔放下。今晚,当我终于按捺不住写下《深刻的孤独者》几个字后,心开始不规则的跳动,额头有隐隐汗湿,拿笔的手也有些微颤。我担心自己浅显的学识浅薄的思想加之粗俗的文字一不小心会把心中的巨人写平了写小了写没了。若是这样,实在不是我所想所要,因为一直以来先生在我心 It’s been a while since I came back from Beijing. These days, I picked up the pen almost every night in the dead of night and wanted to write down the title, dropping the pen each time he hesitated again. Tonight, when I finally could not help but write down the words “profound solitary person”, my heart began to irregularly beaten, my forehead had a faint sweat, and the pen had some trembling hand. I am worried about my superficial knowledge of shallow thinking coupled with the vulgar words accidentally write the mind of the giant wrote a small write did not. If this is the case, it is not what I want, because always my husband is in my heart