已经不记得有多久没有像现在这样,在午夜时分,泡一杯清茶,开着轻音乐,独自坐在电脑前敲敲打打了。那些关于夜晚、茶香和写作的回忆,似乎一直停留在十四五岁的花季年华,成为了最初也是最难以忘怀的一部分。那会儿还在念初中,对投稿没有多少概念,更多的只是希望记下那细细密密而又微不足道的小情怀,然后小心翼翼地把文章投给心仪的杂志。就算后来有幸发 Do not remember how long did not like now, at midnight, soak a cup of tea, light music, sitting alone in front of the computer hit and beat. Memories of night, tea, and writing seem to have remained among the fourteen or thirties and have become the first and most unforgettable part. At that moment, I was still in junior high school. I did not have much idea about posting. I just wanted to write down the delicacy that was small but insignificant. Then I carefully devoted my article to favorite magazines. Even if fortunate later