老师问我,现在还写作吗?我顾左右而言他;老师问我,都写的什么呀?我无言;老师问我,什么时候能让我看看你写的文章啊?我哭了……喜欢这句话,因为简单。话语简单,指向简单。其实,它根本不简单。出走半生,有多少人能找回来时的路?为了跳出农门,苦读十几年;为了留在流光溢彩的都市,我们的腰弯了,腿软了,背驼了,楼房越住越敞亮,心门越过越狭窄, The teacher asked me, is it still writing? I care about him; the teacher asked me, what are you writing? I am speechless; the teacher asked me, when can I see you write the article ah? I cried ... like this sentence, because it is simple. Simple words, point to simple. Actually, it is not simple at all. Out of half life, how many people can find the way back? In order to jump out of the farm, studying for more than a decade; in order to stay in the colorful city, our waist bent, legs soft, back, the more buildings Living more spacious, more narrow heart gate,