我们有四分钟时间,现在我来问你一个问题,请一定要好好回答。看着你面前的这堵墙,想象一下,如果渔人沿溪而行,看到的却不是落英缤纷;如果五月花号在海上颠簸了六十五个日夜,却未等来踏上美洲大陆的那一天;如果鲁滨孙在荒岛上守候了二十几载,却最终客死异乡,再未踏上故土……不用想象,因为现在的你正是这样“悲惨”。你怀着对未来的期许,攀过高山,越过深谷,蹚过沼泽,穿过丛林。忍受过太多的白眼与嘲笑,拒绝过数不尽的浮华与喧嚣。可等你风尘仆仆地赶到,看见的却只是满目疮痍,路的尽头什么都没有……哦,有的,有一个死胡同,一间支离破碎的茅屋,一张白纸黑字的失败判决书或者——一堵冷冰冰的南墙。 We have four minutes, and now I come to ask you a question, please be sure to answer it. Look at the wall in front of you and imagine if the fisherman walked along the brook it was not a colorful scene. If the Mayflower was buoyed by the sea for sixty-five days and nights, he did not wait to set foot on the Americas On that day in the mainland, if Robinson was waiting for twenty or so on a desert island, he would eventually end up on a strange land and never set foot on his homeland ...... Do not imagine, because now you are such a “miserable”. With your hopes for the future, you climb the mountains, cross the valley, wade across the jungle. Tolerated too many white-collar and ridicule, refused to countless flashy and noisy. Can wait for you to arrive in dusty, saw only devastated, the end of the road nothing ... Oh, there is a dead end, a broken hut, a black and white defeat of the verdict or - a cold South wall.