总想拿起笔,为自己记录点什么。可每每只是一个莫名的开头,然后就任凭那瞬间的灵感消逝于无奈的笔端。我曾无数次地感叹自己“江郎才尽”,再也写不出属于自己的文字。可是,当我静下心来,重新拾起记忆的碎片,试图让它们与思维碰出智慧的火花,再次燃起内心贮存已久的激情,蓦然回首,我这才发现:原来,我其实什么也不想写, Always want to pick up a pen and record something for yourself. But each time is just a beginning of inexplicable, and then let the momentary inspiration fade away in helpless writing. I have lamented myself “Extremely Exhausted” many times and I can no longer write my own text. However, when I calmed down and picked up the fragments of memory, trying to make them think with the spark of wisdom, I once again burned the passion that had long been stored in my heart, and when I looked back, I discovered that: What was I actually? Do not want to write,