那些曾经的伤害,是一层层台阶,一次次垫高你;是一把把烈火,使你浴火重生。很小的时候,你连裤子都无法系牢,总是一副松松垮垮、邋邋遢遢的样子,甚至,鼻子还拖着烦人的鼻涕。一次,当你凑过去想跟别的小朋友玩时,那个公主般骄傲的小伙伴不屑地白你一眼:“我才不愿意跟裤子都提不起来还流鼻涕的笨蛋玩。”说话间,她就走开了。“傻瓜才愿意跟邋遢鬼玩呢。”“走喽,不跟讨厌鬼玩。”当你流着泪抬起头,发现只剩 Those who have hurt, is a layer of steps, time and again you pad; is a fiery, so you reborn bath. When you were a child, you could not even fasten your pants. It was always a baggy, dull look, and even the nose was annoyingly snotty. Once, when you got together and wanted to play with other children, the princess-like companion disdains you with a look of disdain: “I did not want to play with my snotty stupid pants.” She walked away. “” “” “I go, do not talk to nasty ghost. ” When you looked up in tears and found only the left