世界一如既往地美好,却从来不是一个巨大的蜜罐。紧随岁月的脚步一路走来,我们看见了绿叶迎风,看见了鲜花盛开,却也听见了源自成长深处的呼喊——那是每个人都不可能完全回避的疼痛,是拔节的声音,也是涅槃的声音;那是密砺,更是恩赐。往橡胶手套里注满水后系口放进冰柜里结成的冰块很快就回归了液态,软塌塌地搭在我的右脸上。失去了刺骨的冷传递,刚做完激光的胎记覆盖区域开始火辣辣地炙烤起来。无奈之下我只好张开五指重新再把手套按在脸上,企图在与室温微小的温度差中寻得那一丝丝的“安慰”…… The world as always beautiful, but never a huge honeypot. Followed by years of footsteps along the way, we saw the green leaves in the wind, saw the flowers in full bloom, but also heard from the depths of the cry - that everyone can not completely avoid the pain is the joke of the voice, It is also the voice of Nirvana; it is an affinity and a gift. Into the rubber gloves filled with water after the mouth into the freezer in the formation of the ice quickly returned to the liquid, soft ground to ride on my right face. Lost piercing cold transfer, just finished the birthmark of laser birth area burns up. In desperation I had no choice but to open the fingers again gloves on the face in an attempt to find the slightest difference in temperature with room temperature “comfort ” ......