随笔1

其实我之前在b站， douy 也有发过随笔。 今天我在这里也发一下。 

下面是我昨天下午写的。发出来之后也有一些朋友说已经有了狄更斯的味道， 我很开心。 要知道他是人类历史巅峰，我其实一直在向着冲击他的高度前行着，这一切都很难。但我还会不断前行。我自己很满意的是我用的修辞手法小指大，这里我把小孩的脸指代小孩本身，类似于把白宫指代联邦政府的手法。而且我没有刻意为之，是随意写出来的，这最让我兴奋，很多东西不刻意为之也能随意整出来就是境界。虽然前路很难，但是相信终会到达。在以后的时间里， 我感觉也会再多发一些我的随笔出来， 当然这篇随笔不是我的一篇了。

Conducted by a mysterious feeling, I was here at the classical hotel which had already established its fame in the metropolis, located in the subdistrict right next to that old one where I was given birth to and spent most of my childhood. Rare and unexpected was the case that I happened to be the only guest of the famed restaurant in the lunchtime perchance because of the downpour, after which meal, I adjourned to a fast-food restaurant of a long history of three decades despite its relocation ten years ago as its current location was not far-off from the original one where I had frequented like paradise in the golden time of my childhood. Sitting out on the terrace of it, harkening to the whistles of summer breezes and noises of manifold types, with it drizzling continually, and the overlapping leaves of the entangled branches of bushes bedewed with the drops of drizzle, I happened to see with my reminiscent eyes unwrinkled young visages with a window between us frockling inside the restaurant, which sight forced me into another reverie.