春的红晕浸染大地。我轻拾一片玉兰花瓣夹在日记本里,让里面的文字也氤氲着春的气息。我坐在透着阳光的大榕树下,一笔一画地勾勒着一个只有我知道的世界。每当笔尖划过纸的皮肤,纸上就有了属于我和它的文身。没有任何的章法,也没有谁会去计较有没有技巧,我的心情、我的臆想就那么自由地倾泻在这一片小小的土地 The blush of the spring dipped the earth. I picked up a magnolia petals folder in the diary, so that the text inside also shy with spring atmosphere. I sat under the banyan tree with the sunshine, sketching one by one a world I know only. Every time the tip of the pen over the paper’s skin, there is a tattoo on the paper that belongs to me and it. There is no rule, no one will care about there is no skill, my mood, my imagination is so free to pour in this little piece of land