有一阵子,我无法静下心来做一些事情。因为,我的生活状态一直是这样平庸和狼狈。我的心里充满了焦虑与担忧。写作对于我来说,一时间成为了一件非常奢侈的事情。或者说写作已经游离于我的生活之外。我的思考越多,也就写得越少。于是,我有时就跑到邻居家,看他们那刚刚5岁的儿子小阿宝翻跟头玩。小阿宝多半年来一直在电视机前盘腿打坐练神龙十八掌,那一张小脸上是一副非常虔诚的表情。大家都说他快要练成了,但总也练不成。 For a while, I could not stop doing something. Because, my life has been so mediocre and embarrassed. My heart is full of anxiety and worry. Writing for me, for a time has become a very luxury thing. Or writing has been free from my life. The more I think, the less I write. So, I sometimes ran to the neighbor to see their little son Bao Bao, just 5-year-old turned to play. Over the past six months, Aberdeen has been sitting in front of the TV set meditation dragon eighteen palm, that a small face is a very pious expression. Everyone says he is about to practice, but not always practice.