西风多少恨 吹不散眉弯

十年纳兰，十年风雨不由人，十年踪迹十年心。

少年残像

我不知道家里阁楼上的鸽子是否依然在白昼里一遍遍寂寞地飞翔，从窗口望出去的夕阳是否依然在浑浊的天色之中犹如一汪猩红的鲜血。而我也不知道夜神因为饥饿早已遛出了家，独自出去觅食，不曾归来。这一年的流火七月，我过得晨昏不辨，昼夜不分。像个真正的弱者，一言不发地等待命运的判决。

读库2105

如第十二图（图12），阿Q自己打自己耳光。这是阿Q性格中最被人们诟病、也是最体现阿Q精神的重头戏之一。父亲勾草图一开始并不顺利，总觉得还差那么些味道。那晚正好我母亲在一旁做针线活，她看了就说“要真打”，说着伸手就往自己脸上猛拍！父亲一下子抓住了感觉：阿Q紧闭双眼，手伸得老远，可以想象他是多么狠地将自己附体在了“别个”身上。

自深深处

You admired my work when it was finished: you enjoyed the brilliant successes of my first nights, and the brilliant banquets that followed them: you were proud, and quite naturally so, of being the intimate friend of an artist so distinguished: but you could not understand the conditions requisite for the production of artistic work. I am not speaking in phrases of rhetorical exaggeration but in terms of absolute truth to actual fact when I remind you that during the whole time we were together I never wrote one single line. Whether at Torquay, Goring, London, Florence or elsewhere, my life, as long as you were by my side, was entirely sterile and uncreative. And with but few intervals you were, I regret to say, by my side always.