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青春年少的时光里,有一种生活看似波澜不惊,实则潜流暗涌。这种生活,与一个人有关,与一场遇见有关,与一段似是而非的情愫有关。它是锦绣年华里最能触动心弦的华章,却不外露,不张扬。唯有自己能够听见的浩荡之音被微汗的手心捏成彩色甜糖,装在密封的罐子里。也似乎,再没有任何其他人与事可以像这种生活一样,能够那么强烈地唤醒我们的文艺之心。刻意制造的转角偶遇,对一个背影的注目与幻想,晨光熹微时被按捺的雀跃与小欢喜,诸如此类的细微与点滴付诸笔端时,原本纠结的心绪却行云流水般在纸上恣意渲染。
A young man’s life, there seems to be a placid life, but unscrupulous undercurrent. This kind of life is related to one person, to one encounter, to a paradoxical situation. It is the most touching touches in the fairy tale, but not exposed, not publicizing. Only you can hear the mighty sound of Khan’s palm squeezed color sweet sugar, packed in sealed jars. It also seems that no other person or thing can be like this kind of life, so that we can arouse our literary heart so strongly. When the deliberately created corners encounter, the attention and fantasy of a back figure, the joy and restrained joy in the dawn, such subtleties and dribs and drabs, the original tangled emotions are freely rendered on paper.