有时候，在深夜的虫吟声中醒来，细细地翻阅着自己的心事，快乐的一页忍不住要一读再读，而那些灰色的残章却让我次次心凉。成长是一个缓慢而残酷的过程，是一种灵魂的蜕皮，一种铭心刻骨的疼痛，一种无奈与感伤的欣喜。日子，像窗前的冬青树，在无知无觉中换叶，寂寞总是常青 Sometimes, I woke up in the buzzing noises of the night and sifted through my own thoughts. The happy page couldn’t help but read it again. Those grey chapters made me feel cold. Growth is a slow and cruel process. It is a kind of soul, an infamous pain, a kind of helplessness and sentimental joy. Days, like holly trees in front of the window, change leaves in ignorance, loneliness is always evergreen