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每次写,写的每一分钟,都是撕心裂肺地难过。这个过程,从起笔到落笔的过程,每一笔画,都是撕开我所有面具、直抵灵魂最软弱不可见人处。厨房的桌子大,我平时在那里写。但只能赶在王哥饭后收拾好到做饭前那段时间,至少也有二三个小时吧。有足够的时间让我一次次地正面审视自己,继而鄙视自己、憎恶自己、诅咒自己,一次次地,一笔笔地。按说,我断断续续地写字,也写了几百天了。但是,
Each time you write or write, every minute is heartbroken. This process, from the pen to the pen down process, every stroke, are all ripped my mask, until the soul of the weakest invisible people. Large kitchen table, I usually write there. But only in time to pack up to dinner before cooking, that at least two or three hours it. There is enough time for me to examine myself once and for all, and then despise myself, abhor myself, curse myself, time and time again and again. By the way, I wrote off and on for hundreds of days. but,