那时的我，可以在云中漫步，可以在草地上任意打滚，可以躺在鲸鱼的背上，晒着懒洋洋的太阳而眠。因为那时的我年纪天真，想象烂漫。因为那时的我，是自由的。因为庄子，那段日子是自由的。
At that time, I could stroll in the clouds, roll freely on the grass, lie on the back of a whale, and sleep in the lazy sun. Because at that time, I was naive and imaginative. Because at that time, I was free. Because of Zhuangzi, those days were free.
我是一只大鹏，击水三千，扶摇而上，直冲云霄。我是不食五谷的神仙，御风而来，我是翩跹起舞的蝴蝶，迷离于梦境与现实之中，我是不断吐着泡沫，只为爱人生存的鱼儿，却最终相忘于江湖；我是不愿“曳尾于涂泥”的老龟，我是只栖仙木的凤凰……我是逍遥的、自在的。我闭上眼，我陶然于那段自由的日子。出处 wWW.zuOWeNBa.nEt
I am a great Peng, hitting the water three thousand times, swaying upwards, soaring straight into the clouds. I am an immortal who does not eat grain. I come from the wind. I am a dancing butterfly. I am lost in dreams and reality. I am a fish who keeps spitting foam and lives only for lovers, but finally forgets each other in the Jianghu; I don't want to; Drag the tail and apply mud; The old turtle, I am a phoenix that only inhabits the fairy wood; … I am carefree and at ease. I close my eyes, I am lost in those days of freedom.
因为李太白，我是自由的。“冠盖满京华，斯人独憔悴”，我在繁华中踽踽独行，却在时光的流转中遇见了同样寂寞的他，意外地收获了一份洒脱与自由。散发扁舟，乘风破浪，好不潇洒！世人不懂他，可是那灵秀的蜀山、啼声不止的猿猴懂他，那就够了！在那像风一样自由的日子里和他一起临风当歌，月下起舞，好不快哉！
Because of Li Taibai, I am free. “ Covered in the glory of Beijing, this person is alone and haggard; I walked alone in the hustle and bustle, but in the flow of time, I met him who was equally lonely, and unexpectedly gained a sense of freedom and ease. Spread a flat boat, ride the wind and waves, so carefree! The world doesn't understand him, but the graceful Shu Mountain and the chirping monkeys understand him, that's enough! On those days of freedom like the wind, singing with him in the wind and dancing under the moon, what a pleasure!
因为加西亚·马尔克斯，那段日子是自由的。《百年孤独》的世界是如此美妙，让我惊叹不已！离家远游的浪子因革命而死，他的灵魂却沿着曲折的小路，回到了母亲家门前，宛如天仙一般美丽的姑娘最终抓住白床单飘然升天；那雨中被绑在黄果树上的老父亲，因大彻大悟而疯癫……《百年孤独》那瑰丽神奇的想象，把我带入了一个为自由而战的魔幻世界。
Because of Garcia; Marquez, those days were free. The world of 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' is so wonderful that I am amazed! The ronin who was traveling far away from home died in the revolution, but his soul returned to his mother's house along a winding path. The beautiful girl, like a celestial being, finally grabbed the white bedsheet and ascended to the sky; The old father, who was tied to the yellow fruit tree in the rain, went insane due to his profound realization; … The magnificent and magical imagination of 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' took me into a magical world fighting for freedom.
在阅读时，我是自由的，云朵不是云朵，而是天神安眠的被窝；树叶不是树叶，而是带着绿帽子的精灵：海洋不是海洋，而是人们纵情狂欢而倒出的葡萄美酒……
When reading, I am free, the clouds are not clouds, but the sleeping bed of the gods; Leaves are not leaves, but elves with green hats: the ocean is not the ocean, but the grape wine poured out by people indulging in revelry; …
阅读的日子是自由的，我可以生出翅膀，我可以与鲸鱼亲吻，我可以如夜莺般欢歌在悠悠转转的时光中，我看到书中与我同样自由的人们，在遥远的时空中，我与他们共享那段同样自由的时光。
The days of reading are free, I can give birth to wings, I can kiss whales, I can sing like nightingales in the leisurely passage of time, I see people in books who are equally free as me, and in distant time and space, I share that same free time with them.