当明朗暖人的阳光透过窗口斜斜地照在我的床上的时候,我才惊觉自己已经就着握笔的姿势呆坐了一个中午。苦笑,我看着面前摊开许久未曾落下一笔的随笔本,无奈地抚额叹息,脑中的“灵感”却仍旧不肯现身。我犹豫着是否该转做其他功课,但身体深处紧绷的某根弦却又顽强抗衡着自己轻易放弃的念头。究竟是怎么回事?我 When the bright, warm sunshine shone diagonally through my window on my bed, I was shocked to find myself sitting for noon on the pen. Smile, I looked in front of spread for a long time without a stroke with the pen, reluctant to ask for a sigh, the brain’s “inspiration” is still unwilling to show up. I hesitated whether to turn to other homework, but the tense body of a string but stubborn enough to contend with their own easily give up the idea. What happened? Me