在话剧社工作了两年,终于还是要离开,没有浓重的悲伤,更没有欣喜,也没有说不清道不明的惆怅,我只是像每一个终究要离开的人一样,学习了,经历了,然后奔赴下一个站台。无论是作为一名观光者,还是作为一名匆匆的过客,我对话剧社团的记忆都是难以忘却的,社员们的身影也总在我的脑海里萦绕。我承认我不是第一次描写这个女孩。一副有框眼镜配上一双大眼睛,在我的眼中,她永远是无法复制的存在,长而浓密的睫毛扑闪着,洋溢着调皮的味道。 After two years of working in a drama club, I finally leave. I have no heavy grief, no joy, no indefinable melancholy. I just studied, experienced, and then, like everybody who finally left, Rushed to the next platform. Whether as a tourist or as a passer-by, my memory of the drama community is unforgettable, and the members of the society always linger in my mind. I admit that I did not describe the girl for the first time. A pair of framed glasses coupled with a pair of big eyes, in my eyes, she will never be able to reproduce the existence of long and thick flashing eyelashes, filled with naughty taste.