Shi Tiesheng ever said: "To me, living not be for writing, and writing is for however living. " " answer altar visitting the land, time those who look at it is quiet, in missing, sit in without giving thought to its which corner, spread a piece of paper afresh. Write, it is a method really, spontaneously ground is led to quiet. Write, this form, be destined is an individual, meet by chance honesty easily, be lived easily to be not put by honest hold tight, it is easy besides the market in encountering a heart dark, be in self-righteous when recursive zero. Be in self-righteous when recursive zero..
史铁生曾说：“对于我而言，活着不是为了写作，而写作却是为了活着。”“回望地坛，回望它的安静，想念中坐在不管它的哪个角落，重新铺开一张纸吧。写，真是个办法，油然地通向安静。写，这形式，注定是个人的，容易撞见诚实，容易被诚实揪住不放，容易在市场之外遭遇心中的阴暗，在自以为是时回归零度。”
Writing can make the noisy that the heart casts off this world miscellaneous, regression letting a heart this true. In writing, can know oneself afresh, composition as every time start to write or draw, my soul emerges in the character with mystical wherefrom gradually, a scar on right knee of down to soul.
写作可以让心灵摆脱尘世的喧杂，让心回归本真。在写作中，可以重新认识自己，随着每一次落笔，我的灵魂渐渐从那神奇的文字中浮现，以至灵魂右膝上的一块疤。
When elementary school is being entered first, I realise what is " write " , the teacher is writing knowledge to the top of one's bent on blackboard, classmates also are keeping the content of be exactly the same on paper. A text, character of one page page, as the first stroke of a Chinese character and start to write or draw, simple behavioral unreal is changed piece infinite wonderful, this is a kind of wonderful sense really. Year only I 6 years old, hazy already the gate that rushed into this to lead to literary world.
初入小学时，我认识到什么是“写”，老师在黑板上尽情书写着知识，同学们在纸上也写着如出一辙的内容。一篇篇课文，一页页文字，随着起笔和落笔，简单的动作幻化出无限的精彩，这真是一种奇妙的感觉。年仅六岁的我，已朦朦胧胧闯进入了这扇通向文学世界的大门。
Contact writing truly, it is about in 3 grade. Remember a medium day that, not be good in that way it seems that, a day be an in relief bright fawn on originally then. The sun afternoon appears exhaustion unceasingly, go back early rest, I received a bad news, the final result that the teacher says me has changed came out, the result fares badly. All the time I of be among the best of candidates, mood instant declines cereal bottom. I look at examination paper asply, the dominating oneself sentiment that endeavor, my footstep heavy, walk into the home in, just as one would expect, got the mother is criticized severely, I spell the control that do one's best that already the tear of the socket of eye of labor meet the eye on every side. Returned oneself room however, also cannot help again eventually, tear if definitely like the bank billowy and piece, my mood sinks ceaselessly, be addicted to enters endless abyss of misery. The lifesaving consciousness that puts only lets me search driftwood, I want to flounce off hard.
真正接触写作，大约是在三年级。记忆中的那一天，似乎不是那样美好，那本是一个阳光明媚的一天。下午的太阳似乎疲惫不已，早早回去休息，我接到了一个坏消息，老师说我的期末考试成绩已经改出来了，结果不尽人意。一直名列前茅的我，心情瞬间跌落谷底。我颤抖地看着试卷，尽力的控制着自己的情绪，我脚步沉沉，走进家里，果不其然，受到了母亲严厉的批评，我拼尽全力的控制那已经蓄满眼眶的泪水。然而回到了自己的房间，终于再也忍不住，泪水如决堤般汹涌而出，我的情绪不断下沉，溺入无尽的苦海。仅存的救生意识让我寻找浮木，我努力想挣脱。
Abrupt, see the paper on the desktop and pen, then the heart medium pungent the drain of a head is carried in the pen, that puerile and breathed character as resplendent sun the heart in from insolation of abyss of misery, I am big expiratory, got rescued. Be in this not to tell much deeper sea mile, be what saved me? It is writing! It sends out those who go out is intense and fervent light rescues me. From now on, writing is accompanying me all the way.
突然，看到桌面上的纸和笔，于是将心中的苦痛一股脑的宣泄在笔端，那稚嫩无声的文字如同光芒四射的太阳将心中从苦海晒干，我大口呼气，得救了。在这片不知多深的海里，是什么拯救了我？是写作！它散发出的强烈而又火热的光将我救出。从此，写作一路陪伴着我。
From of old, writing open saved route. Whether has Su Dongpo also thought the cavalry of bright moon He Jinge of the capital in the sea wind of city fining jade, but what he leaves later generations is generation however open-minded; Whether had the gun in troubled times and knife remembered when week tree person takes staff of the first stroke of a Chinese character, but he however resolutely wake up apathetic China people resolutelyingly with the pen.
自古以来，写作便开启了拯救之路。苏东坡在琼州的海风是否也想过京城的明月和金戈铁马，但他留给后人的却是一世豁达；周树人拿起笔杆时是否想起过乱世中的枪和刀，但他却毅然决然地用笔唤醒麻木的中国人民。
Open-minded He Yong dare be the flower that give leaves in affliction, but those who support affliction of their get over is writing, it is fire, it is that bright lamp in the heart.
豁达和勇敢是苦难中开出的花，但支持他们熬过苦难的是写作，是火，是心中的那盏明灯。
Writing, ignited my heart lamp, shine in it below, my press forward with indomitable will, lotic brave is entered. The brightness that hopes bath writes all friends, happy, happy grow.
写作，点燃了我的心灯，在它的照耀下，我一往无前，激流勇进。希望所有的朋友们沐浴写作的光辉，幸福、快乐的成长。