二十岁。刚刚摘下牙套,佩戴了隐形眼镜,重新迈向校园。如果时间回转到五年前,那个想和这个世界谈判、想征服整个宇宙的小魔女,拎着五件行李背着一个吉他出现在纽约肯尼迪机场时,她在想,为什么美国和自己心目中的那么不一样。好吧,时光不能倒流,昨日也不会重现。卡朋特的老歌,西部牛仔,年轻时的莱昂纳多,都逃脱不了岁月的洗涤。好吧,我的公主。现在,我坐在面试老师的桌前,他用标准的英文问我,为什么从美国回来。似曾相识的感觉,五年前,在那个小小的窗口里,签证馆里那双冰蓝色的眸子扫过我童稚的面孔,问我,为什么要去美国。那个时候,我迷恋每一个有着亚麻色头 Twenty years old. Just braces, wearing contact lenses, re-marching to campus. If time turns to five years ago, the little witch who wants to negotiate with the world and wants to conquer the entire universe, carrying five bags carrying a guitar at the Kennedy Airport in New York, wonders why the United States and her own mind So different. Well, the time can not go back, will not be reproduced yesterday. Carpenter’s old songs, western jeans, Leonardo young, can not escape the years of washing. Well, my princess. Now, sitting at the interviewer’s desk, I asked me in standard English why I came back from the United States. Deja vu, five years ago, in that tiny window, the ice-blue eyes of the Visa House swept through my childish face and asked me why I was going to the United States. At that time, I was infatuated with each one with a linen head