以前我写小说的时候,常常会全身心投入,导致沉浸在另外一个世界当中。小说里人物的各种遭遇,交往,分开,长大,重逢,快乐,悲伤……我也会独自对着笔记本,有时候哭,有时候笑,有时候俯首桌面忧伤过度。这种情况很多年都是一致的。直到有一天,我买了一只二手玩偶。我在我家对面大学的网站上,看见一个二手交易信息,有人转售一只巨大的白色的毛绒玩偶—一头奶牛。那头奶牛差不多就像一个十来岁的人类少年那么大,并且是小胖子那种身材。它嘴角上弯,带着笑意。我一眼看中, When I wrote novels, I often devoted myself to immersing myself in another world. All kinds of encounters, contacts, separation, growing up, reunion, happiness, sadness in the novels ... I also stand alone in front of my laptop, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes over looking sad at my desk. This situation has been consistent for many years. Until one day, I bought a used doll. On the website of my university opposite my home, I saw a second-hand deal, someone resell a huge white plush doll - a cow. That cows are almost like a teenager teenagers so big, and is the kind of fat body. It’s corner bent, with a smile. I saw at a glance