在我看来,光有天分是不足以成事的。天分是飘忽在云端的锦彩,是闪耀在水面的流光,虽然能够感觉到,但还并不真正被你攥在手心,成为你的奖杯或者存折。它比淡扫的娥眉更纤细,比新人的目光更敏感,消耗或是闲置是摧毁它的前奏。当你蓦然想起它的存在,也许它早已随着时光的流逝,消失不见。 In my opinion, talent is not enough to make things happen. Talent is erratic clouds in the clouds, is shining on the water streamer, although able to feel, but not really clutched in your palm, become your trophy or passbook. It is more delicate than the light sweep of the crescent, more sensitive than the new look, consumption or idle is to destroy it. When you suddenly think of its existence, maybe it has long disappeared with the passage of time.