狂风抽了她多少耳光,暴水又浇了多少遍的透心凉,还能活得这么有滋有味——我的同学,个个都是生活家。这是我自造的一个词。一个同学,喜欢收老物件,家里纺车啊,马灯啊,还有树墩子,摆得林林总总。她又会画画,把家里的旧柜子涂成红身蓝面,画上金色花。如今又迷上了烤面包,肉松的,果酱的,看得我馋死了。没事出去看花,缤纷花海里一袭浅蓝衣衫的背影。谁也想不到她是死里逃生。去看新房,从高高的电梯井掉下去,她浑身骨头都碎了。我以前住医院,见过一个断腿的人,惨叫得人骨头缝里替他疼,她却是被 How much the wind blew her slap in the face, how many times the storm pouring through the heart of cool, but also live so nourishing - my classmates, all of them are living home. This is my own self. A classmate, like to receive the old objects, spinning at home ah, lantern, ah, there are trees pier, put in the forest. She will paint again, painting the old cupboard of the family home with the bluish-red face and the golden flower. Now they fell in love with toast, floss, jam, see I am greedy dead. Nothing to go out to see flowers, colorful flowers dressed in light blue clothes back. No one can think of her escape. Go to the new house, fall from the tall elevator shaft, her bones are broken. I used to live in a hospital where I saw someone who had a broken leg and was screaming for pain in his bones.