她的倾慕,她的心动,她的慌张,都不过是他不感兴趣的小事。他们之间,多少年了,从无大事发生,却足以令她悲伤地捂住脸,痛哭一场了。编辑推荐:我在青春时期对一个少年有好感,尽数记住了和他之间的琐碎细节。直到多年后,我回想起来,都是历历在目,清晰如昨。画面里少年是发着光的,他每一个温柔的笑容都仿佛点亮了那段岁月。少年不属于我,不属于踮着脚张望的我们。这样的少年身边永远不缺像我一样的姑娘。这些,便足以令看完故事的我,站到回忆里,痛哭一场了。 Her admiration, her heart, her panic, but he is not interested in small things. Between them, how many years, from no event, but enough to make her sad face covered, crying out. Editor Recommends: I had a youth in a favor, remember all the trivial details with him. Until many years later, I recall, are vivid, clear as yesterday. Teenager is glowing in the picture, every gentle smile he seems to light that time. Juveniles do not belong to me, do not belong to us looking down on their feet. Such a teenager will never miss a girl like me. These, will be enough to read the story of me, standing in memory, crying.