当我听着歌,写这期卷首语时,思维飘逸得像个重度精神分裂患者,眼前流淌过的一幕幕很梦幻。我首先深呼吸,然后掐了掐自己,没有预期的痛感,我暗暗加力,还是没有。直到“咔嚓”一声,我才注意到,咬牙切齿使劲掐的原来是鼠标。谢天谢地谢鼠标,我至少不是在梦中呓语。四年前的今天,我一定以一个自以为很帅的坐姿在写《赢未来》试刊号的卷首语。今天打开那本封面非主流感很强的印刷品之前,尽管做了几组深呼吸,还是被那些排比句雷倒了。是的,我承认,我写了不少逻辑上也许没问题 When I listen to songs, write the first volume of this volume, thinking is elegant like a patient with severe schizophrenia, the scene flowing in front of very fantastic. I first take a deep breath, then pinch myself, without the expected pain, I secretly plus, or not. Until “click ” soon, I noticed that the teeth nibble pinch turned out to be the mouse. Thank God, Thank you mouse, I am at least not in dreams. Today, four years ago, I was going to write a catch phrase for the trial version of “Winning the Future” in a self-righteous sitting position. Today opened the cover of non-mainstream strong print before, despite a few groups to take a deep breath, or by those who collapsed sentence down. Yes, I admit, I wrote a lot of logically maybe no problem