从来没有想到会用一年的时间来收集整理这些稿子。很多时候觉得自己是一个沿着时光之河独自漫游的孩子,喜欢一个人在夕阳的金光中躺在河边的野草丛里自得其乐。在不同的时空里,这些文字都是寂寞时抛向河中的石子,看它们在水面上飞掠而过,留下一连串或大或小的涟漪,然后渐渐沉入清澈的水底。虽然每一次出手都意味着别离,但一直以来更沉溺于屏息出手后看它们在水面上跳跃疾行的快乐,对它们的去处却从无 Never thought it would take a year to collect and sort out these manuscripts. Many times I feel like a child who roams alone along the river of time and loves to have fun in the wild grass by the river in the setting sun. In different time and space, these words are stones thrown to the river in loneliness, looking at them flying over the water, leaving a series of large or small ripples, and then gradually sink into the clear water. Although each shot means to leave, but has always been more indulge in breathless shots to see them jumping on the water, the joy of their place to go from there