在很小很小的时候,我就有了一个梦想,那就是成为一个作家。为了我的梦想,我努力了很多很多。这些年,我与文字为友,酣畅淋漓。文字是我,在闲暇时倾泻而出的心情;文字是我,在父母埋怨时唯一陪伴的友人;文字是我,在漫漫长夜里坐立不安的去处;文字是我,在黎明时看到的曙光。我曾坐于桌前,一字一划地写下只属于我的文字,行云流水,心间却总是有惊涛在拍岸,浪花在咆哮的场景。是的,写下它们的时候,我的心总是 At an early age, I had a dream that I became a writer. For my dream, I worked hard and much. In these years, I am a friend of the writing, hearty. The text is the mood I pour out in my spare time; the text is the only friend I accompany when my parents complain; the text is where I am restless in the long night; the text is the dawn I see at dawn. I used to sit at the desk and write down the words that belonged only to me. Everywhere in my heart, there was always a storm on the shore and the waves roared. Yes, when I write down them, my heart is always