如果累了,放下笔杆,和爷爷闲话那几近尘封了的故事;如果累了,大哭一场,再用运动来充斥几近麻木了的心灵;如果累了,闭目仰卧,回忆那曾有过的夏日的夜色……人的一生就像一棵树,无情的狂风将秋叶扫落,但光秃的树干仍暴露于外,日晒雨淋,可树木却一直好好地活着,它总有调节自身之法。时间会修复它的创伤,啄木鸟会诊愈它的疾病,泥土会浸润它绵密的根系。它需要这些,这正如人渴求亲情、友情、爱情一 If you’re tired, put down the pen and tell the grandfather’s gossip story that is almost dusty; if you’re tired, cry a bit and use motion to fill the numbly numb mind; if you’re tired, close your eyes and lie down, remember the There was a summer night... The whole life was like a tree. The ruthless wind blew off the fall leaves, but the bare tree trunk was still exposed, the sun and the rain were raining, but the trees were always alive. It always has its own way of regulating itself. Time will repair its wounds, Woodpecker will diagnose its disease, and the soil will infiltrate its dense root system. It needs these, just like people craving affection, friendship, love