而我并不是没有信仰,只是始终再没等到一个值得相信的人。作者有话说:这是想家的时候写的故事,思念并不富有却足够温柔的家乡。在时总埋怨它不够好,走后夜里却得了思乡的病,闭上眼睛,梦境里都是沾满水汽的故事。也许,我们每个人都拥有无比珍贵,自己却难以察觉的宝物。它不一定使你明媚,却足够叫人心安。 And I am not without faith, but never wait until a man worth believing. The author has something to say: This is a story to write when I miss my home. I miss my hometown that is not rich but gentle enough. When complaining about it is not good enough, after leaving the night but had homesickness disease, close your eyes, dreams are covered with water vapor story. Perhaps, each of us has a treasured treasure that we ourselves can hardly detect. It does not necessarily make you bright, but enough people feel at home.