初次与你相见,我刚上幼儿园。那时你坐在我父母的对面,微微低着头,马尾辫落在肩上。你始终不敢抬起头,说话的时候眼神不停游移着,怯生生的。我在一旁蹦跳着玩耍,不时往你那边看,心里有着莫名的期待。那年,你才16岁——与我现在相仿的年纪。你第一次来到城市,对这个钢筋混凝土堆砌起来的地方充满好奇与恐惧,手指总是不安地动 Meet you for the first time, I just kindergarten. At that time you sat across from my parents, with a slight head down and ponytail falling over your shoulders. You always dare not look up, eyes kept moving, timid. I was jumping around playing, from time to time to see you there, my heart has inexplicable expectations. That year, you were 16 years old - the same age as I am now. When you first came to the city, you were curious and scared of the place where the reinforced concrete piled up, and your fingers always moved uneasily