倾情无尽处不知道从何时起,已经习惯了一个人坐在电脑旁,开一盏微弱的灯,静静地清点着人生中轻轻浅浅的痕迹。翻开尘封已久的记忆,在流年中追寻往昔的足迹。一声叹息,一脉情思,一份感怀,一曲心音,静静地在回味中咀嚼着昨日的点点滴滴。于一阙阙唐诗宋词里释然,于一曲曲天籁清音里陶醉。将一地情愁演练成无声无息的文字,瘦成平平仄仄的诗行,在方寸素笺中凝结成淡淡墨香。 Qingqing endless do not know since when, has been accustomed to a person sitting next to the computer, open a weak lamp, quietly count the traces of light and light life. Open the dusty memory, in the fleeting pursuit of the past footprint. A sigh, a feeling of love, a feeling of care, a heart sound, quietly chewing in the aftertaste yesterday bit by bit. In a Que Que Tang Song words relieved, in a song Teana voice intoxicated. Will be a worry into the silent practice of the text, thin flat checkered poetry line, in Fang Fang Su Jian condensed into a touch of ink.