亲爱的孩子:华灯已上,夜阑人静,而你还未归来,我提了笔,想写封信给你。此刻,我的面前正摆放着你六岁时的相片:扎着羊角辫,在花丛中天真地笑着。而就在不久前,你却涂着指甲油,化了妆,穿着时尚的紧身裤和同学们一起去舞厅跳舞庆祝你十四岁的生日。我该说些什么呢?最是人间留不住,你的童心在渐行渐远。而这份过早的成熟却让我不知所措。蒋方舟十四岁出版《正在发育》,韩寒 Dear children: Chinese lantern has been on, night gone, but you have not returned, I put a pen, want to write a letter to you. At the moment, my photograph of your six year old is in front of me: with a twine braid, a naive smile in the flowers. Just not long ago, you painted nail polish, makeup, wearing fashionable leggings and classmates dancing to the ballroom to celebrate your fourteen birthday. What should I say? Most people can not stay, your innocence is lopsided. And this premature maturity has let me know what to do. Jiang Ark at the age of 14 published “is developing”, Han Han