友人说,当你想一个人想到痛苦的时候,你回忆中的一点一滴就会点缀出你思念的痕迹,就像露珠恋着荷叶,最终在荷叶上留下它的痕迹一样。我懒懒地趴在桌子上,细细地用笔写他的名字,一遍又一遍。友人的话我听见了,但我并不赞同,思念应该是一桩甜蜜的事,怎么可能会有痛苦呢?再说,荷叶那么光滑,怎么可能留下露珠的痕迹?谬论!我浅笑。友人叹了口气,走开了。 Friends said that when you think of a person thinking of pain, one by one in your memories will embellish the traces of your thoughts, just as dewdrops are in love with the lotus leaves and eventually leave its traces on the lotus leaves. I lazily slumped on the table and wrote his name in pens over and over again. I heard the words of my friends, but I did not agree that thinking about it should be a sweet thing. How could there be pain? Besides, how can the lotus leaf be so smooth, how could it leave traces of dewdrops? The friend sighed and walked away.