悬崖,铁索,吊桥。寂静的森林被笼罩了一层浓雾,站在吊桥一端,我不寒而栗,脚下是不见底的深渊。脚下的石子滑落,杳然无声。静,死一般的静。桥的那头,有个身影在向我招手。雾太大,我看不清。“蓝欣,蓝欣——”我的名字在山谷里回荡。于是,我拼了命向桥的那一端奔去…… Cliffs, iron cables, suspension bridges. The silence of the forest was covered with a thick layer of fog. Standing on one end of the suspension bridge, I shuddered, and my foot was an incomprehensible abyss. The stones underfoot fell silently. Static, dead quiet. At the end of the bridge, there was a figure waving to me. The fog is too big for me to see. “Blue Xin, Lan Xin -” My name echoed in the valley. So I rushed to the end of the bridge...