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我们之间是有温差的。就像你从小生长的这座南方城市,一年四季都可心穿着短袖,可是,你永远不知道走在北方的长街,有多么的寒冷;就像习惯穿着棉袄的我,对于耀眼的阳光,同样感到抗拒。——雪糕01第一次见到雪糕的时候,是在红馆的轰趴派对里。那天晚上,我喝了酒,有点微醺,眼神涣散地窝在舒软的沙发里。夜有点深了,就连天花板照下的霓虹都失去了先前的妩媚,有点意兴阑珊的感觉。边上有几对情侣正旁若无人地接吻,而隔壁桌上那几个没有伴的单身汉愁眉苦脸地摇着骰盅,耳边“咣当”声不停,好像在借此发泄内心的不满。
There is a temperature difference between us. Just like the southern city where you grew up, you can wear short sleeves all year long, but you never know how cold it is in the long streets of the north. It's like I am accustomed to wearing a jacket, Sunshine, the same feeling of resistance. Ice cream 01 The first time I saw ice cream, I was in the Red Pavilion's party. That night, I drank wine, a bit of melancholy, eyes scattered loose sofa in the soft. Night a bit deep, even under the ceiling of the neon have lost the previous charming, a little feeling of dim feeling. A couple of couples on the edge were kissing without a kiss, while the few unaccompanied bachelors on the next table swayed in drowsiness. Their ears kept sobbing as if to vent their discontent.