蛰伏在夏日的深处,多日来我都沉默着不肯浮出水面,很奇妙这一次不是心情低落时的蜗居,也不是南风北风过后的颓然。这些日子我都静静地,用心品味,用心读你……曾几何时,我还不懂得给生活留白,总会苛求着完美,对于你总是有些过度的挑剔。我会小气着计较你的每一句说话,也常常责怪你粗枝大叶的种种。那时我还说,你才不懂什么是爱,你分明就是一个冷血的自由人!愤愤然,我曾抱怨生命中这场错误的遇见,我还说,你是 Dormant in the depths of summer, many days I have been silent refused to surfaced, it is wonderful this time not in downturn dwelling, nor is the southerly after the slump. These days I quietly, intentions taste, read your heart ... Once upon a time, I do not know how to give life a blank, always demanding perfection, for you are always over-selective. I will be stingy about your every word, often blame you all kinds of cumbersome. Then I said, you do not understand what is love, you are clearly a cold-blooded free man! Angry, I have complained about this wrong encounter in life, I also said that you are