你不会知道,或许你会知道。当挫折落魄了那么多次,突然某天某编辑回复了你杳无音信已久的稿件说,你的文笔不错,希望你可以坚持写作。那就像在巨大的兜兜转转的迷宫里迷茫无助手电筒突然照到地上那张古老模糊的地图上面时,那样的激动,那样的惊喜,微笑一直保留在你的脸上。然而这样的喜悦波动只是生活乐曲中的一小串音符。陷入思绪的我还是要回到大千世界的生活上去,独自一人面对。 You do not know, maybe you know. When setbacks come so many times, suddenly one day an editor replies to your long letter without a message saying that your writing is good and I hope you can keep writing. It was like a thrill, a smile, a smile on your face, as the confused helpless flashlight suddenly shone on the ancient, vague map of the earth in the huge, maze of twists and turns. However, such a wave of joy is only a small string of notes in the live music. Into my thoughts, I still want to go back to life in the world, alone.