我是一只风筝,没有坚固的骨架,没有玲珑的身躯,没有斑斓的彩衣,平凡得近乎平庸。唯一特别的,只有身上那首诗:“新裂齐纨素,皎洁如霜雪。裁成合欢扇,团团似明月。出入君怀袖,动摇微风发。常恐秋节至,凉飙夺炎热。充捐箧笥中,恩情中道绝。”不知道做我的人为什么要写下班婕好的这首诗,因为心中常怀忧惧吗?谁知一语成谶,这首诗写在了我身上,却刻在了我心里。遇见了他,便注定了悲哀是我的标签,揭不下,洗不掉。 I am a kite. I don’t have a strong skeleton, no exquisite body, no rugged coat, and almost ordinary mediocre. The only thing special is the poem: "The new Qi Qi is a vegetarian, and Jie Jie is like a frosty snow. It is cut into a fan of acacia, and the group is like a bright moon. When you enter a gentleman’s sleeve, you shake the breeze. We don’t know why those who do me want to write down this good poem, because the heart always harbors worries? I was engraved in my heart. When I met him, I was destined to be sad. It was my label. I could not expose it and could not wash it.