一我叫林小路,不叫林影子。可是我一直在以影子的身份喜欢着陈昊。当一个影子有什么关系呢?我在二楼读书时,阳光从一棵大树的叶隙间漏下,洒在课本与我的手指上。等太阳升得再高些,一个模模糊糊的我上半身的剪影便出来了,笼罩在一楼捧着一本英语课本苦读的陈昊身上。有时是我头发的鬓丝,有时是我的颈部,有时只是我的左肩膀。可是没有关系,即使是影子,能够小小地碰到他,我也觉得很开心。 I call Lin path, not called Lin shadow. But I’ve always liked Chen Hao as a shadow. When I was reading a book on the second floor, the sun shone from the leaves of a tree and spilled it on the textbook and my finger. When the sun rises higher again, a vague silhouette of my upper body will come out, shrouded in the first floor holding an English textbook studying Chen Hao body. Sometimes my hair reeling, sometimes my neck, and sometimes just my left shoulder. But it does not matter, even if it is a shadow, to meet him a little, I also feel very happy.