If, as the lonely hearts, like the wind over our nib, that it flows under the nib of the text, some simple and some simple, but simple, simple and plain behind us ever-hidden and ideas.
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- 心靈的孤獨若能象風(fēng)一樣掠過(guò)我們的筆尖,那這筆尖下流淌的文字,一定簡(jiǎn)單,也一定樸實(shí),卻不淺顯,簡(jiǎn)單和樸素的背后,隱著(zhù)我們無(wú)時(shí)不在的思想意念。