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年华是无效信。“落落这样说时,我突然感到苍凉。2015年,我大三。这不是适合回忆的年纪,我有些怕面对那个当初年轻气盛的你,有些怕面对那个孤僻自闭的你,有些怕面对那个苦苦挣扎在书山题海里有泪流不出的你。我怕见你的笑容、你的泪水、你的愁眉以及你向下的嘴角,我怕我认不出你的样子,我怕在生活密不透风的墙壁里寻到一丝罅隙牵动我的悲欢喜乐,扰乱我如今的气定神闲。可我还是忍不住。
Love is invalid letter. ”Fall into such a say, I suddenly feel desolation .2015, my junior year .This is not suitable for the age of memories, I am a little afraid to face the young and prosperous you, and some afraid of the solitary autistic you face, Some afraid of the face of the struggling book in the sea of tears in tears you I am afraid to see your smile, your tears, your frown and your mouth down, I’m afraid I can not recognize you Looks like, I’m afraid to find a trace in the life of the airless wall affect my joys and sorrows, disturbing my current air calm, but I still could not resist.