淚與笑共織的點點滴滴

      Yesterday I run into a guy. He tried to say something, but was scared to tell. I asked him out of concern and curiosity, and he eventually told me a secret. Then, I just couldn't understand, and thought him crazy and out of control. After returning my dorm, I felt so uneasy and went insane. With a sudden overwhelming esteem, I decided to record what he said, a story or metaphor maybe, and believed so deeply he must be a cynical and virtuous hermit.

最近在讀作家的傳記。