我蜷缩在荒凉中央,望不见远方,却居然能那般清晰地看得见来路。我看见自己留下的一串串脚印,像是被诅咒的黑色之舟,把我带入窘境。这,漆黑的一页。这黑让人感到恶寒,让人在视野中找不到丝丝希望,让人望而生畏。记忆中的颜料盒,也曾被打翻过,那种肆意的绚烂此时此刻却似乎再寻不到任何的蛛丝马迹。无需紧闭双眼,就能感知到那种深邃而无度的黑,它仿佛镶进了生活或者生命的每一个角落、每一处细微,如影随形,不肯放过!所有雀跃的心情安静下来,如同突然溺水的虫子 I crouched in the desolate central, hopeless, but actually so clearly see the way. I saw a string of footprints I left, like a cursed black boat that took me to a dilemma. This, dark page. This dark makes people feel aversion to cold, people can not find in the horizon slightest hope, people daunting. Memory of the paint box, has also been knocked over, that kind of wanton gorgeous at this moment it seems no longer find any clues. No need to close your eyes, you can perceive the kind of profound and immensely black, it seems set in every corner of life or life, every subtle, go hand in hand, refused to let go! All excited mood quiet, Sudden drowning bugs