那些穿着花衣裳到处招摇的日子早已过去,而我却像个丢了玩具的小孩般坐在街头嚎啕大哭,我是真的忍不住了。——题记天气寒冷的时候,总习惯将手伸进衣袖里,却殊不知心痛的时候,连阳光都是那样地刺骨。儿时的梦想,少时的纯真,仿佛在流星划落天际的那一刹那间都化作一串五彩的肥皂泡沫飞向天空,欲飞欲远,直到再也无法触及时我才猛然清醒。于是有泪水时,我总是努力地仰着脸孔,试着让眼泪 The days when those clothes were swaggering were long gone, and I was crying in the street like a child with a toy. I really couldn’t help it. - Inscription When the weather is cold, he always puts his hands into his sleeves. When he does not know that he is in pain, even the sun is so biting. The childhood dreams, the innocence of a little time, seemed to be turned into a bunch of multicolored soap bubbles flying into the sky in the moment the meteors descended from the sky. I was desperate to fly until I couldn’t touch them. When I had tears, I always tried to look up my face and try to make tears