当命运递给我一个酸柠檬时,让我们设法把它制成甜的柠檬汁。——雨果承诺1997年1月15日。这一天,天空终于甩掉连日的负累,坚守多时的云翳、雾霭、烟氲退却得不留一丝痕迹,冬日重又矜持起那种透彻的乌蓝。太阳出来前在东方做着玫瑰之约,遥遥望去,像堆起一簇淡紫色的火焰。多么雷同的晨色,但在他眼里,涵虚巨变,那火焰幻成火炬,幻 When fate handed me a sour lemon, let’s try to make it a sweet lemon juice. Hugo promised January 15, 1997. This day, the sky finally get rid of the burden of days, stick to the clouds of time, haze, smoke retreat without leaving a trace of trace, the winter re-hold the kind of thorough black blue. Before the sun came out in the East make a rose appointment, looking away, like a bunch of lavender piled up a flame. How similar morning color, but in his eyes, culpable changes, that flame magic torch, magic