二零一一 七月十日
努力把经过四个小时昏睡的那个我从混沌中拖到现实中来。虽然我的脑袋仍然伴随着室外高层建筑的巨大排风装置嗡嗡作响，思绪跟着建筑工地施工机器的节奏漫天飞舞，但是我仍然希望投入十二分热情来码这些字符，记录下此时此刻的思绪。
在落笔前，我仍然不知道写些什么，试图插点小文艺的措辞让这些文字，看起来像模像样，既可读，又充满洋溢的情感。
我不想套用某某人话，文章，或者经验，规则，来表达自己的对这个世界的看法，仅仅是「自己］
有关梦想。
或许我并不想做第一，或许我并不想发明独一无二的东西，或许我并不想证明只有我的点子最棒。但是我这一生肯定是为追求分享设计感悟，实用的工具，人性化的体验而努力坚持前行的。
在这条路上，或许能遇到志同道合的朋友，或许只能孤身一人独自前行，但那些无关紧要，重要的「执着］与「勇气］。这些看似只有在烂熟的歌曲中才会存在的平淡字眼，终会在你相信他们的时候发挥神奇的力量。
How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they‘re forever banned
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
Before they‘re allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn‘t see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take
Till he knows that too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
