我是世界上最寂寞的王子。总是有那么多自称热爱文学的前辈,用一种居高临下的姿态,定义我们这群寂寞而又热爱文字的少年,他们说我们是最幸福的人,他们说我们总是虚伪地摆出一副“看破红尘”的样子,他们说我们是无病呻吟,从来都不懂得什么是寂寞,什么是哀愁……外面下着淡淡的雨,雨里夹杂着安静的味道,闭上双眼去体会,你才会发现,那是真正的寂寞和哀愁, I am the lonely prince in the world. There are always so many predecessors who claim to love literature, and who define us as lonely and passionate teenagers in a down-to-earth attitude. They say that we are the happiest people. They say we always make a false “See the red ” look, they say we are sick moan, never know what is lonely, what is sad ... ... Under the touch of light rain, the rain mixed with a quiet taste, close your eyes to understand, you will Found that it is real loneliness and sadness,