我不过是活着的木偶，偶尔，也有自己的思想。 在能动弹的时候，敲敲代码，写写文章，也是一种惬意～
鄙人姓「空」，名「未知」，字「懒人」。三十过往，一介书生耳，既无缚鸡之力，亦无冲天之志，更无济世之才。爱好甚广，天文地理，诗歌文章，略有涉猎，但用心不专，无一精通；
三十多过往之人，人生经历颇多，也喜爱鼓捣东西，对新鲜事物多喜拨弄。虽是而立之年已过，却是诸事使命皆为达成。对人生时而期待，时而彷徨。曾想居一小屋，不问世事，做一闲云野鹤，哪知事事命运弄人，不得而落入红尘。 生平无建树作品，也属凡庸之辈，但喜爱笔码之间书写自己的世界。
《When You Are Old》
- William Butler YeatsWhen
you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire,
take down this book,And slowly read,
and dream of the soft look,
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled,
And paced upon the mountains overhead,And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
