夜深,人静。宁谧的小路上洒满了月光,虫儿的叫声在耳边回荡。我一个人徘徊在这条小路上,绕来绕去回到了原点。不知绕过前方多少个圆圈的阻挡,我才能看到曙光。一支笔书桌凌乱,蓝色的笔静静躺在上面。笔身上已经有了一些黑色斑点,笔盖上却清晰刻着“智者”两字。不知为何,我一直不舍得将它抛向垃圾桶。这笔今天又突破了新纪录, Late at night, quiet. Tranquility of the path covered with moonlight, insects sound echoed in the ear. I wandered alone in this path, around to go back to the origin. I do not know how many circles around the front of the block, I can see the dawn. A pen desk messy, blue pen lying quietly above. The pen has been a number of black spots, pen is clearly engraved with “wise man” word. I do not know why, I have not willing to throw it to the trash. This is a breakthrough in the new record today,