当你走过原野,自然赠你以甘美的果实,但原野上猎措的风,总是只留给奔跑的人。——题记在冬日下午阳光的案头堆几册明清的小品文,最容易让人懒洋洋起来。简直像只刚睡醒的猫,连哈欠都有些懒得打。总不能在这样的阳光里睡过一个下午吧——于是我明白,大概我又得跑一跑了。 When you walk through the fields, nature will give you luscious fruits, but the wind on the fields is always reserved for the runners. - Inscriptions in the winter sun afternoon’s desk piled a few volumes of Ming and Qing essays, the most likely to be lazy. Just like the cat who just woke up, even yawning is a bit lazy. You can’t sleep in the sunshine for one afternoon - so I understand that probably I have to run again.