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.

• 心灵的孤独若能象风一样掠过我们的笔尖，那这笔尖下流淌的文字，一定简单，也一定朴实，却不浅显，简单和朴素的背后，隐着我们无时不在的思想意念。