墨一般的夜,被掺入了新的元素。一个身影,一盏孤灯,一杆枯笔,一张白纸。他是一个诗人,他在思考。当所有灵动的声音湮灭在这无尽的夜里,人在彷徨中渐渐学会冷静。正是诗人们,尝试用超脱世俗的灵魂理性地思索,思索人生中最单纯的疑惑。诗人在无数个夜里苦苦地书写着他们对生活、对世界的理解,只为能够迎接第二天的光明,只为让更多的人看穿人生这层雾。 Inky nights are blended with new elements. A figure, a solitary light, a dry pen, a white paper. He is a poet and he is thinking. When all the clever sounds are annihilated in this endless night, people gradually learn to calm down. It is the poets who try to rationally ponder over the detached world and ponder the simplest doubts in life. The poets struggled to write their understanding of life and the world in countless nights, only to be able to meet the light of the next day, only to allow more people to see through the fog of life.