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“有那样一座城市,她与大海为邻,弥漫在城市角落的海涛声,一遍遍地洗刷着城市上空清新洁净的空气。海浪总是变幻莫测,阵阵惊悸过后的平静,却让人心中感到莫名的安定。在这个散漫而浪漫的地方,到处是明信片的踪影,看着各色各样温暖的纸片,仿佛窥见这里的人所拥有的信仰。在海上的小岛里我四处游走,随地休憩,信手抽出一张明信片,或写或画:猫儿、城堡、盛开的花园、海岸线、海鸟划过的水面……”明信片,是我年少时延续至今的一个梦。当我对遥远的未来、自由和梦想生出最初的想象,它便连同放在书包里的诗集,一同沉睡在我尚未孵化的梦茧之中。
“There is such a city, she and the sea neighbors, filled with sea waves in the corner of the city, over and over again scrubbing the city clean and fresh air .The waves are always unpredictable, bursts of fear after the calm, Feelings of inexplicable peace of mind in this romantic and romantic place, is full of postcards and look at all kinds of warm paper, as if glimpse of the people here have the faith in the sea island I walk around , Relax anywhere, hand letter out of a postcard, or write or draw: cats, castles, blooming gardens, coastlines, sea birds across the water ... ”postcards, when I was young, a continuation of a dream. When I first imagined the distant future, freedom, and dreams, I fell asleep in my unoccupied dream with the collection of poems in my bag.