1遇见第一个喜欢的女孩是很久以前的事,已经快不记得了。初三毕业后我独自去了她所在的那个小镇逛了一天,那些景物曾经很熟悉,现在却如此陌生。夜里,我坐在公园冷冷的石凳上,路灯泛出和星星一样耀眼的白光,远处的小吃摊迎接着最后一拨客人,淡淡的雾气袅袅地升起。最后,我来到女孩家的楼下—其实也不知道她是否还住在这里—唱了一首《好久不见》,声音不大,却是我唱得最用心的一次。坐在离去的车上,阳光依旧斑驳。我想起最后一次离开时的场景,大概也是如此,好像就这样和这个城市,和她,失去了一切联系,然而我却连与他们挥手告别的机会都没有。我想起以前的日子,上课时,女孩让我和我前面的 1 met the first favorite girl is a long time ago, almost do not remember. After graduating from third grade, I went alone to the small town where she was visiting for a day. Those landscapes were once familiar and are now so unfamiliar. At night, I sat on a cold stone bench in the park. The street lights gleamed white as bright stars. The far away snack bar was greetings from the last guests, with a faint mist curling up. Finally, I came to the girl’s house downstairs - in fact, do not know if she is still living here - sing a song “long time no see”, the voice is not big, but it is my singing the most attentive time. Sitting in the car left, the sun is still mottled. I remember the last time I left the scene, probably the same, it seems so with the city, and she lost all contact, but I do not even have the opportunity to wave and say goodbye to them. I remember the days before, when class, the girl let me and me in front