连自己都羡慕那时对自己文字的坚定,想着无论怎样卑微黯淡,都要写到看见天光。在别人都难以定义人生方向之时,我说我只与文字相伴,便是足够。与之前所不同,有段时间内心变得愈发寻求独立,叛逆是骨子里隐秘流淌着的热血,不在外人眼里显露,只与父母之间剖开见证。也许,小时候便不是那么听话,真正不做乖乖女,却是从写作开始。留在幼年最深记忆的,是父母从不看好成绩不理想的我不问学业而盲目写东西这么一幼稚的事。事后我也有过对幼稚的遗憾,自然更清楚造成这一局面的原因是我本无天赋。我不能如那些写得一手 Even his own envy at the time of their own words firm, thinking no matter how humble, have to write to see the sky. When it is difficult for others to define the direction of life, I say that it is enough that I only accompany the words. Different from before, for a period of time, the heart becomes more and more independent. Rebellion is the mysterious blood flowing in the bones. It is not revealed in the eyes of an outsider, but only testified with the parents. Perhaps, as a child is not so obedient, really do not be good girl, but it is from the beginning of writing. Stay in the deepest memory of the young, parents are never optimistic about the results I do not ask school and write something blindly such a childish thing. Afterwards, I also had the regret of naivety, and I came to understand that the reason for this situation was that I was without talent. I can not write like those