论文部分内容阅读
在你生命中,或许有那样一个男生,你感激他,疼惜他,但唯独,你不爱他。你不想骗他。一遇见你的那年,我是一个天不怕地不怕的飞贼。但请不要误会,我不偷钱,我只偷心。无数人追在我的身后口诛笔伐,一时间烽烟四起,好不热闹。而今日的我,面对这样的热闹,只会淡淡地紧一紧围巾,喝一口香气袅袅的奶茶。十二月天,学校对面的精品店。那日的我心情极佳,吃过午饭,决定独自出去走走。当年巴中的校门外,是一派欢喜的烟火气。烤红薯,棉花糖,我腮帮胀得鼓鼓,两手塞得满满,兴致高昂地踏进了精品店。第一眼我就看上那双红手套。它红得浓烈,红得昭著,一点也不懂收敛。
In your life, perhaps there is such a boy, you grateful to him, pity him, but alone, you do not love him. You do not want to lie to him. I met you that year, I am a fearless sniper. But please do not misunderstand, I do not steal money, I just stole heart. Countless people chasing me behind me in vocal opposition, a time beacon everywhere, really lively. Today, I, in the face of such a lively, only faint tight tight scarf, drink a fragrant curl tea. December day, opposite the school boutiques. That day I feel good, had lunch, decided to go out alone. At that time, the school outside of Pakistan was a happy, sparkling gas. Roasted sweet potatoes, cotton candy, my cheek bulging bulging, his hands full, spirited into the boutiques. At first glance, I look upon the pair of red gloves. It is intensely red, red, and does not understand convergence.