蜕变,似乎总会夹杂些伤痛。但当握着细细的笔杆,看着笔尖软软地、滑滑地与纸张轻轻摩擦时,便觉得它在默然轻轻吞吐着蓓蕾。全世界便只剩下用文字编织思想的欢喜与愉悦,只留下不在意蜕变,只追求精神高空的“静”与“纯”了。不记得是什么时候爱上文字赋予的挺拔向上的力量,也许是在我的青春刚刚探出触角的时候吧。并不否认那时自己的文字有些造作,那是个早期李清照式的 Metamorphosis, it seems always mixed with some pain. However, when holding a thin pen and looking at the pen tip softly and gently with the paper, he felt it silently swallowing buds. Only the joy and pleasure of weaving ideas in the world will remain, leaving only the “quiet” and the “pure” mindless pursuits of spiritual transformation. I do not remember when I fell in love with the upright power of words, maybe when my youth just came out of tentacles. Do not deny that some of his own writing at that time, it is an early style of Li Qing Zhao