阳光里蔓生着细而轻的丝绒,我喜欢冬日的午后,喜欢这微凉里的暖意:窗外是凉薄的风,阳光像一些小兽在纸页上干净地行走。在这样的午后,我和阳光相处于同样的安静之中,从平静的文字里收获阅读的幸福,风声像一些善意的提醒,让我不要忽略细微的闪光之物,既沉迷在安静里,又不在别人的文字里塌陷,失却个体的意志。午后的安静可以找到文字中的呼应。文字犹如植物,它的间架结构就是植物的茎,文字本身携带 The sunshine spreads fine and light velvet, I like the winter afternoon, like the warmth of this cool: the window is a cool wind, sunshine like some small animal walking cleanly in the paper. In this afternoon, I am in the same quiet with the sunshine. I have read the happiness of reading from the calm text. The wind is like a reminder of kindness. Let me not neglect the subtle flashes. Not collapse in the text of others, the loss of individual will. The silence in the afternoon can be found in the echo of the text. Text is like a plant, and its shelf structure is the plant’s stem, the text itself carrying