孤独就如一杯浓浓的咖啡,苦,难以下咽,慢慢地品味,却能品出其中的甘甜。小时候,我没有什么玩伴,陪伴我的只有一本一本的书。看多了别人写的童话,也编造属于自己的童话。有时看书累了,便常在中午一两点钟时跑出野外捉小鱼。那正是一天最热的时候,火辣辣的太阳晒得人皮肤灼痛,虽有风轻拂,却也是热的。农人都回家午休了,知了在不厌其烦地叫着,却只衬得野外更静。我戴了一顶小帽子,拿着一个小桶子蹦蹦跳跳地走在田间的小路上。这里看看,那里瞧瞧,快 Lonely is like a thick cup of coffee, bitter, difficult to swallow, and slowly taste, but they can taste sweet. When I was a child, I had no playmates. There was only one book for me. To see more fairy tales written by others, but also to create their own fairy tales. Sometimes when I read a book, I often ran out to catch fish in the wild at noon or noon. That was the hottest day of the day when the burning sun burned and the skin was burning. Although it was windy, it was hot. The farmers came home for a lunch break, and when they knew they had called out, they were only quieter in the wild. I wore a small hat and took a small bucket to jump on the field road. Take a look here, where oh, fast