“石头,剪子,布!哈哈,你输了!”随着远去的笑声,稚嫩的童真慢慢地褪去了光泽,待在灵魂最深处的地方一动不动。抛去曾经那些最简单的快乐,步入人生华丽的一个转折点,我们变得成熟、敏感。但儿时的回忆汹涌在脑海,一层一层,漫天铺地地浸没了我。曾经最要好的姐妹,偶遇却最多只能漠然而生疏地朝对方淡然一笑,再也没有那种谈天说地仿佛聊 “Stone, scissors, cloth! Ha ha, you lose!” With the laughter away, immature innocence slowly faded shine, to stay in the deepest part of the soul motionless. To throw away those once the most simple happy, into a turning point in the gorgeous life, we become mature and sensitive. But memories of childhood raging in mind, layer by layer, overwhelming me flooded. Once the best sisters, occasional encounter, but up to indifferent but indifferent to each other indifferent smile, no longer have the kind of chatting to chat