乔,初夏的阳光是明媚灿烂的,可你的信中却透露出深秋般的萧索。越来越感觉到这薄薄纸页的分量,沉沉的文字一如你沉沉的思绪。很奇怪,你活泼的外衣下怎会有如此多愁善感的心。你经常抱怨没有人了解你的孤独,现在看来,那只是因为处在花季的你,有颗令人捉摸不透的心。透过信笺,仿 Joe, the sunshine in early summer is bright and bright, but your letter reveals late autumn-like depression. Feeling more and more of the weight of this thin paper sheet, the heavy text is like your deep thoughts. It is strange that there is so much sentimentality in your lively coat. You often complain that no one knows your loneliness. Now it seems that it is only because you are in the season of flowers that you have an unpredictable heart. Through letterhead, imitation