对于何时开始喜欢上写字这件事,我已经记不很清楚了。我只记得从小学的时候开始,便很喜欢在用完的作业本子的反面,画一些自己喜欢的风景。然后再用自己的铅笔在图画的旁边,配上温暖清新的文字。那是属于自己的幸福时光,很单纯,很梦幻,也很知足。好像从那时候开始,就再也没有放弃过写字,井一直坚持到了现在。过程当然是艰涩且漫长的。我想,这对于所有喜欢并坚持写字的人来说,感受其实应该都一样。明明已经觉得没有希望了,却依然能够为着内心的信念与梦想,执拗地相信,不肯妥协。“一切都会好起来的。”我经常对自己这样说,每次写字遇到不顺利的时候,感觉再也撑不下去的 I did not remember very clearly when I started to like writing. I just remember from the beginning of primary school, I really like to run out of books on the opposite side, draw some of my favorite scenery. Then use your pencil next to the picture, accompanied by warm and fresh text. That is their own happy hour, it is simple, very fantastic, very contentment. It seems from that moment on, never give up writing, and has been stuck to the present. Of course, the process is arduous and lengthy. I think this should actually be the same for all who like and insist on writing. Obviously no hope has been felt, but still able to faith and dreams of the heart, stubbornly believe, refuse to compromise. “Everything will be fine. ” I often say to myself, every time I feel bad when writing, I feel no longer able to go